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🎶🙋‍♀️ and 🧠 for Ahsoka pls!
Thank you so much for asking @prahacat 😊💚
🎶 Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?
I always listen to music while I write. Lately it's been the artist Krisu that I've been listening to a lot, but I have a long playlist that I tend to listen to almost no matter where I am and what I'm doing.
🙋‍♀️ Do any irl people know you write fanfic?
Yes, many irl people do, I'm not trying to keep it a secret, it's just that not many of them understand what it actually entails 🤷
🧠 Pick a character, and I'll tell you my favourite headcanon for them.
You asked for Ahsoka. Well, in my head she's a predator, she bites, and to add to that her bite is venomous. It's obviously an inherited tendency that she's learnt to control most of the time (she's a Jedi), also she purrs when you stroke her lekkues.
From this ask game
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sessakag · 6 months
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What songs do you listen when you write Prey Naruto? And what part of the song is like him?
$UICIDEBOY$ x GERM - WEST END
Aye $lick, it's yo conscience See you buildin' up violence, you itchin' to murder Itchin' to murk 'em You know what I gotta say, "kill 'em all and get locked away" Kill yourself and just end this pain, you gon' burn in hell anyway Fuck the preachers and what they say Grip the A to the K, and then let it spray Grip the MAC, grrat! And just go insane Grab that bitch, fuck her once, and don't ever call Get that money, then you say, "fuck 'em we ball" They don't want you to win, just always fall But I'm tourin' for spring, summer, and the fall Wake up and pop me a Adderall Wake up and pop me two Adderall Got the sticks, and we don't let that ladder fall
FOR SURE this is the spirit of my Prey Naruto, lol. Absolutely 100000% his vibe. There are other's, let me get my thoughts together, and I'll add like part 1, 2, 3, whatever.
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ancientroyalblood · 5 months
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The Influence of Music on Writing: Soundtracks for Inspiration
In words and imagination, inspiration is the writer’s fuel. Sometimes, this inspiration doesn’t come from ink and paper but from the melodious notes and haunting lyrics of music. Music has a unique power to evoke emotions, spark creativity, and transport the writer to new worlds. In this exploration, we journey into the profound influence of music on writing and discover how it can be your most…
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windfighter · 11 months
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I keep hearing people say "that's not what eurovision is about" but no on ever says what eurovision is about so I had to go check out the first ever winner of it and
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amazing. I wish modern eurovision could be a little more like that
Anyway my conclusion is that: Ballads is what Eurovision is about and y'all are cowards for hating on them ;P
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coffeedrgn87 · 2 years
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Hello my friend, I wanted to send you some Yeehaw info. There is a gay country artist named Chris Housman. I recommend everything he’s made, and I always think of a Yeehaw! Drarry when I listen to his songs 🤠
Recommendation coming right back at ya, with Shane Mack who wrote a bunch of songs for one my favourite LGBTQ+ movies, “Shelter” which has absolutely nothing to do with cowboys and everything with L.A. and surfing but which is so intense and precious that my heart still can’t take it!
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Hello! A friend of mine is doing research on how and why people do or don't use music while writing for a grad school project. If you're willing to take a few minutes to fill out this survey, that would be super appreciated. All responses will remain anonymous.
If you're interested, there's also a link at the end of the survey where you can volunteer to do an email interview to provide more of your perspective on the topic. It's not required, but I understand it would be pretty helpful.
On behalf of my friend, thanks in advance for your help!
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He catches that bead of sweat with the tip of his finger
just as it reaches that ticklish spot between your breasts.
It kills you not to scratch it,
but he warned you not to move.
You cast one look out at the quiet hallways that used to be
your kingdom, your safe place.
Now that his darkness has come,
it is but a prison to kill your wildest dreams.
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But you danced with devils, romanced with their brothers.
This is just the next level of some wicked game
the world has thrown you into.
He is but a new enemy ready to
be taken down.
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It’s your job to make it out alive.
It’s your job to heal your broken heart
because it’s your fault that it’s broken.
It’s your fault that those devils
ran through your enchanted forest,
polluting it with potions and evil spells.
It’s your fault that they snatched up your heart
and did what they could with it,
leaving it as a cloud of dust
drifting along that lonely desert highway.
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They don’t care how far you’ve come,
how hard you fought to stand before them.
All they care about is how loud you scream
when they unleash the next horrors on your body,
your mind.
Because they were the ones who came
to make you suffer,
the demons who crawl beside you in the dark.
They’re the ones your daddy warned you about,
yet you crawled into bed with them each night
because they looked so much like angels
when they smiled at you.
They took a lock of your hair around their finger
and it was just enough to put you
under their spell.
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So snap out of it.
Take your heart, your life,
from that satin box where he locked it.
Clench your fists around them as you run,
run for your life,
run like hell.
Do everything and anything you can
not to fall back into his graveyard,
not to be buried next to his past wives.
He will never let you go if you do.
-Rich Man’s Femicide
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Hey there! Are some of your fics possibly titled after songs by Blind Guardian???
Nonny, you're up for a shock...
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... they totally are :) I'm always so glad somebody recognizes that (not that I'm not stating that everywhere I can but I know, I know, nobody reads the author's notes).
My 7 main fics are BG songs: "Ride Into Obsession", "Curse My Name", "Harvest of Sorrow", "Theatre Of Pain" and "Somewhere Far Beyond". Also 2 of 3 smut fics belonging to the series are, that's "Turn The Page" and "Control The Divine". Nothing Else Matters is, obviously, by Metallica... I don't really know why I went another path there. Strange, thinking about it... Other fics named after BG songs are "Take Hold of The Flame" (a line from "Point of no Return") and "All The King's Horses". More than 90 percent of the rest of fics are also named after songs or lines from songs, just not Blind Guardian. I think they include Sabaton, Avantasia, Metallica, Five Finger Death Punch and Breaking Benjamin.
Yes, I'm very passionate about this :)
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excavatinglizard · 5 months
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Shoutout to my dad for being the funniest person I know
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castielsprostate · 8 months
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having talented friends is so wild!!!!!! like. YOU!!!!!!!!!! YOU made THAT. YOU DID THAT?!?!?!?! YOU created!!!! THAT!!!!!!!!!!! WOAH!!!!!! praise!!!!!!!! praise for one thousand years!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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azuremist · 9 months
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Google is going to start scraping all of their platforms to use for AI training. So, here are some alternatives for common Google tools!
Google Chrome -> Firefox
If you’re on tumblr, you’ve probably already been told this a thousand times. But FireFox is an open-source browser which is safe, fast and secure. Basically all other browsers are Chrome reskins. Try Firefox Profilemaker, Arkenfox and Librewolf! Alternatively, vanilla Firefox is alright, but get Ublock Origin, turn off pocket, and get Tabliss.
Google Search -> DuckDuckGo
DuckDuckGo very rarely tracks or stores your browsing data (though they have only been known to sell this info to Microsoft). Don’t use their browser; only their search engine. Domain visits in their browser get shared. Alternatively, you can also use Ecosia, which is a safe search engine that uses its income to plant trees! 🌲
Google Reverse Image Search -> Tineye
Tineye uses image identification tech rather than keywords, metadata or watermarks to find you the source of your image!
Gmail -> ProtonMail
All data stored on ProtonMail is encrypted, and it boasts self-destructing emails, text search, and a commitment to user privacy. Tutanota is also a good alternative!
Google Docs -> LibreOffice
LibreOffice is free and open-source software, which includes functions like writing, spreadsheets, presentations, graphics, formula editing and more.
Google Translate -> DeepL
DeepL is notable for its accuracy of translation, and is much better that Google Translate in this regard. It does cost money for unlimited usage, but it will let you translate 500,000 characters per month for free. If this is a dealbreaker, consider checking out the iTranslate app.
Google Forms -> ClickUp
ClickUp comes with a built-in form view, and also has a documents feature, which could make it a good option to take out two birds with one stone.
Google Drive -> Mega
Mega offers a better encryption method than Google Drive, which means it’s more secure.
YouTube -> PeerTube
YouTube is the most difficult to account for, because it has a functional monopoly on long-form video-sharing. That being said, PeerTube is open-source and decentralized. The Internet Archive also has a video section!
However, if you still want access to YouTube’s library, check out NewPipe and LibreTube! NewPipe scrapes YouTube’s API so you can watch YouTube videos without Google collecting your info. LibreTube does the same thing, but instead of using YouTube servers, it uses piped servers, so Google doesn’t even get your IP address. Both of these are free, don’t require sign-ins, and are open source!
Please feel free to drop your favorite alternatives to Google-owned products, too! And, if this topic interests you, consider checking out Glaze as well! It alters your artwork and photos so that it’s more difficult to use to train AI with! ⭐️
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theoldaeroplane · 7 months
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worried that thing you put in your art or writing or game or music is too self-indulgent, too self-referential, too niche for anyone but yourself? fear not! you can do whatever you want forever. and you should.
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textual-deviant-blog · 6 months
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Conflagration - A short prompt.
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There's a strange calmness within you when your feel your feet leave the ground. The first paradox comes with the onset of wind- it's too loud to hear anything else. It rushes past, and almost through you as you fall. The top of the sinkhole falls away from you, and for a scant few seconds, you feel weightless.
The impact comes and goes as it breaks something possibly vital, but you were numb long before you jumped. The water is bitingly cold, sapping heat like a pit of vipers. Your body, as if in protest, feels hot. Searing, almost. A second paradox. It is of no reassurance that you know this to be a just another trick of your mind; that your body is pushing through the last of it's reserves like a desperate wildfire in the middle of a snowstorm.
Once it's done ravishing the landscape, the cold will set in, and then death.
But, therein lies the third paradox.
You float there, on the surface of that windswept lake, lacking the weight to sink properly. Exactly when death claimed you shall forever remain a mystery, as you did not see a light, you didn't have a final reconciliation with past memories and deceased loved ones, you did not even feel the last of your strength leave you.
With a final intake of air, you pass out before you can even exhale, being left, in that moment, holding your breath for all of eternity.
It's sudden and immediate when you wake, as though mere seconds passed. So sudden, in fact, that you could almost swear that you hadn't died out there in the Wight Hole.
For a single, thoughtless, hopeful moment, you thought you had failed to kill yourself.
That thought leaves you the moment your vision clears, and, instead of Detroit's starless sky, you're greeted by something more akin to a great sea of colors. You lay there, stunned, as swathes of cosmic beauty dance across your eyes.
The grass sways with the wind a moment longer, then stops, and only the sound of footsteps moving across the grass can be heard. Laying there, you quickly shift your body around to face the noise. Whoever had made it was most likely directly behind you.
You were only partially correct.
A great shadow loomed over you as the new arrival inspected you- or, more likely, you were the new arrival. Their arms and legs stretched a little too long even for such prodigal proportions, and his skin was purplish, stretched, and wrinkled across all of his surface, which was only visible on his hands and head, past his sleeves and unkempt head of hair. His jumpsuit hung loose, being the wrong size, and their hair had barely recieved more attention than keeping it out of their eyes.
They seemed amused. "A new face touches the void. I suggest you dim your flames, or you may not last very long here."
Before I could even wonder "What flames?" I smelled something burning. I looked down, and saw my body. Saw what had been on the edge of my vision but had been ignored in favor of what was pretty and spectacular and not whatever the hell this was.
What I was, was on fire. The grass was alight, and I was panicking.
First, I yelped and tried to put myself out by dropping to the ground and rolling. The purple flames did not submit. They were not hot, but it freaked me the hell out. And they caused even more grass to burn.
Second, I planned to plead to the stranger for help, but he was but a distant laughter by the time I had gathered myself.
Third, I finally tried to just... not be on fire. I succeeded. Then collapsed from exhaustion. Or, more accurately, my limbs wouldn't move.
Rather than learn how, I just decided to take a few more breaths, and then a few more, before eventually someone else came upon me.
There was no amusement in their voice as they spoke, tenderly and ponderous. A far departure than the wrinkled old cynic. "Child," They said almost remorsefully, "Welcome to the Void. I must apologize for the world that is, for now, you are no longer as you were. You will never be able to return to what you were. What you are now, is... a Conflagration. And I, I am an Ember."
Gentle hands cradled my head, "You will have to learn quickly. But for now, rest. Let the harshness of the world fade away, if just for now. When you awaken, you must embrace it. The void demands nothing less."
I felt a tap on my forehead, and it was like a dam had collapsed in my mind. I didn't merely fall unconscious. It was as though all the aches and strains of my life had caught up to me, and I could think of nothing but succumbing to my body's needs.
My eyes shut, and I let myself fall into a deep, deep sleep.
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freyasmoments · 6 months
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Evening writing to Andrew Belle is always an experience to remember. Things just flow better with those lyrics and vibes fluttering through my brain.
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coffeedrgn87 · 2 years
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200-something words of original writing my brain demanded I write, penned to the tune of 'Petricor' by Ludovico Einaudi feat. Daniel Hope, from the 2015 album 'elements'.
CW: mourning, loss, sadness, melancholy
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The smell of rain permeated everything. It was a musky, earthy freshness that persistently lingered in the air. The ground around her continued to moisten, sheets of rain soaking everything. The world had wrapped itself into a greyish cloak of sadness, a perfect reflection of how she felt on the inside. She didn’t see the beads that gathered on top of the tombstone or the shimmering leaves of the branches of a young tree that reached out to her, nature’s tentative offer of comfort. Around her puddles jumped and rippled. A spiderweb glistened.
In her left hand she held a black umbrella, she’d yet to open, and her right was clutched around the thick stem of a deep-red rose, its petals already heavy from the rain. She licked her lips, tasted the wet on her tongue, like plain water carrying an acrid tang.
She didn’t care about her wet clammy skin or the clothing that stuck to her body or the coolness that brought on a shiver. Raindrops continued to fall onto her face, mingling with the silent tears that rolled down her cheeks. Water seeped into her shoes. An intense rumble of thunder quietened her thoughts and when a lightning flash stabbed downwards, briefly lightening up the heavy black clouds, she closed her eyes and dropped the rose.
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jestergirlbosom · 8 months
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Goth music will have a rhythmic bass guitar with spooky synth that makes you want to walk at a steady pace and fucking get someone
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