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i made a guide for ppl

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#ALL OF THE ABOVE

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Okay but some of the best writing advice I've ever heard is write the scene you want first THEN write the scenes leading up to that one. You can always edit the scene you wrote first later if you change anything.

#the reason for this is you get the scene out of your head and it gets the momentum going #otherwise you just sit there doing no writing at all

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Let me check netflix to see if I can watch any fantasy series that will get me back in an Elder Scrolls writing mood for NaNo

*the haunting allure of the Lost in Space remake robot appears*

Well fuck I guess I'm getting more inspiration for Power Rangers

#writer problems #rix is taking over my brain

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Every time I'm like "I'm gonna do TQFTMM for NaNo this time!" fuckin Power Rangers kicks down the door in my brain and is like "HEY I GOT AN IDEA"

#writer problems

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I might do a full rewrite of The Quest for the Mysterious Mask for NaNo this year. I've been working on a more detailed outline for months and it's almost done so it would make sense for me to start cracking on it

#by full rewrite i mean i have like two chapters published so I'd just start from the beginning #i think those two chapters are okay but i might make some minor tweaks to them and republish

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Just to piss off the annoying ones I think I'll do as little research into Christian rituals and processes as possible for my novel involving a seminary just like they do for European pagan, Eastern, and other indigenous religions

#if you're mad about that you're following the wrong blog

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I don't think I created Locust with the intention of making him the most romantic monster there ever was and yet here we are with him stroking Connor's hair like a pet and calling him "my love" in every conversation

#grinner #Connor #locust #i guess it's character development for him bc he usually prefers to keep his distance from humans unless he's killing them

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I was going to go to bed and do this later buuuuuut I got this sad little elf on my mind lately so here ya go

The lack of a full bingo is because he gets a recovery arc and some healthy coping mechanisms

(meme by chronicfandombrain)

#not tagging op bc I'm gonna do a fair amount of these and i don't want to inundate them #gethin #character bingo

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"I promise I'll stay - it's such a beautiful lie - tomorrow can wait and I'll be dreaming with you - I cry for the end" Entropy (this credit says David Chappell but other sources say Dos Brains/End of Silence so I'm not 100% sure)

I had a difficult choice to make and, however deeply I regret leaving her behind, I would do it again. If I went back for her, countless others would have died. These are the decisions a leader must cope with.

"Au-delà de l'espace et du temps, oú que tu sois, je déploierai mes ailes pour te trouver - m'envoler vers toi"

("Beyond space and time, wherever you are, I'll spread my wings to find you - fly to you") M'envoler Vers Toi by Phil Rey and Felicia Farerre

I lost everything that day - my home, my future, the love of my life...but most tragically I lost my faith in others. Do you know what it's like being promised so much and having it all torn away just when you think it's safely yours? I'm simply taking what I am owed.

#power rangers atlantic #writing sample #songfic #i guess? #yes this is for my power rangers fanfic #i gotta come up with names for all these characters I've only been referring to them by their roles 😓

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Arc 4: Suffering

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The dust settled gradually, making the stale air of the chamber even harder to breathe. Gethin stayed low, forcing himself to calm down before he faced his next challenge. He wanted nothing more than to find an easy exit from this bizarrely personal hell of a labyrinth, but he knew in the progressively sinking pit of his stomach that it was only going to get worse.

"You've made it further than I thought you would," a thin voice emerged from the darkness ahead, "The Mastermind promised you would be a tough nut to crack. I must admit I'm impressed, Gethin of Valenwood."

Gethin pushed himself to his feet, resisting the urge to cough.

"Who's there?" he called out, "Show yourself!"

"Very well."

Torches burst to life along the walls of the chamber, revealing it to be far smaller than Gethin could have hoped for, given its occupant. The tall Altmer who stood mere paces from Gethin wore loose, faded scarlet robes, emphasizing his unnaturally emaciated frame. His pale golden hair hung in lifeless strands around his long face. His cheeks were sunken and shadowed, his eyes an unnerving blood red. A chill gripped Gethin's spine as he realized what creature blocked his path to escape.

"Vampire..." he whispered, feeling a tremble enter his hands. He clenched them into tight fists to hide it.

"Indeed I am," the Altmer confirmed, "Quite ancient and skilled in the arcane arts, as you have seen from my welcome party, but fear not. I will not harm you until you have been given time to prepare to meet me in combat."

"I'm assuming this isn't optional," Gethin cautioned, not comforted in the slightest by the vampire's words.

"If you want the piece of the mask I guard, you must take it from me by force. I will give you time to find a suitable weapon, but when that time runs out, if you have not reached the final chamber, I will hunt you down wherever you hide and drain you of every drop of blood you possess. Have I made myself clear?"

Gethin swallowed, a lump of fear lodged in his throat, and an icy sweat trickled down the back of his neck.

"Perfectly," he answered, uncomfortably aware that the vampire could sense his every microexpression of mortal terror, "How much time do I have and what am I looking for?"

The skeletal Altmer gave what could be considered a smile, but its sinister intent was far too palpable.

"I will give you thirty minutes to find your way through the passages behind me, retrieve your weapon, and meet me in the final chamber," he explained, "This is more than enough time if you don't dawdle. You must select a weapon suitable to you - I cannot tell you which is the correct choice for obvious reasons. In the final chamber, you will find the piece of the mask shrouded in ash and blood. I will not restrain myself in guarding it. You will need to kill me if you want to escape."

"Sounds straightforward enough," Gethin commented, "I imagine there's a catch somewhere?"

The vampire glided towards him suddenly, faster than Gethin could blink. He towered over him, his sanguine eyes piercing through his very soul.

"Gethin. Has anything in your life been easy or straightforward? Have you ever been able to trust someone's word at face value? Have you not been betrayed by every person you believed in the most? Consider my task. I shall be waiting at the end."

Gethin froze solid as the vampire lingered, but managed to keep his voice steady.

"I have one more question for you before we begin," he said, "How do you know me?"

The vampire chuckled and reached into his robes, producing a bound lock of wavy, honey blonde hair, which he dangled tauntingly over Gethin's head. Gethin's gut wrenched at the sight of it. He would recognize that hair in any context.

Alaia.

"Aside from the research done on your history, I have been following your group at the request of the Mastermind for some time now," the vampire revealed, his voice somehow even airier than before, "I know you care for them, despite the front you put up. I know you care for Alaia most of all, and I will take great pleasure in tearing her apart should you fail here."

"Keep her name out of your filthy mouth," Gethin growled through gritted teeth, surprising himself with his burst of courage.

"Her name won't be the only part of her in my mouth if you don't hurry."

With that, the vampire vanished into a fine mist, which then swept into the doorway at the far end of the chamber and out of sight. Gethin's heart pounded hard against his ribs, his breaths becoming uneven and strained. He had to survive now, if not for his own sake, for Alaia's.

#this is at least the second time I've rewritten this and I'll probably rewrite it again when i get around to posting the full story #i like this better than the last version for sure #yes it is elder scrolls fanfic i have a good handful of those #this is part of my fic 'the quest for the mysterious mask' which the first chapter is on my ffn #this arc is heavily inspired by as above so below ngl #writing sample #the quest for the mysterious mask #elder scrolls fanfiction

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It’s always “revenge won’t give you back what you lost” and “murder is wrong” and never how was the bloody violent revenge the bloody violent revenge looked fun was it fun

#dreamers #i will not elaborate

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#aux #dreamers #he is about ten years due for a nap poor guy

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I realized something about Dreamers that was completely unintentional

I did intentionally draw inspiration from The Wizard of Oz, but I didn't notice until like yesterday that all three of Til's adventure companions have the same basic character struggles as Dorothy's, just in different characters than you'd expect.

Aux is definitely Scarecrow inspired and he's the first one Til meets but he struggles with heartlessness/emotional issues. Blank is practically the Tin Man aesthetically and is the second met but they struggle with cowardice and doing the right thing. Caron has the flair and presence of a lion but struggles with accepting his high intelligence (kind of a self esteem issue? He has plenty of confidence he just doesn't think of himself as very smart and he's actually a genius)

#ocs #dreamers #aux #blank #caron

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No, I don't have a plot for my book.

I have a vibe and these three ocs I found in a dumpster.

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Connor hastened to unfasten the chinstrap of his helmet, yanking the heavy article off as he faced Locust.

"What the hell did you do to me?" he asked, his eyes wild and his hair soaked with sweat.

Locust's permanent twisted grin stretched at the edges, showing more of his dagger teeth.

"Would you like the detailed version," he wheedled, "or the summary?"

Sirens rang out in the distance, growing closer every second. Connor sighed with annoyance. He motioned for Locust to walk with him, which the creature did with a spring in his step.

"Summary."

"Well, I removed most of your physical limitations and amplified your natural talents. I threw in a few extra abilities as well, but I think it would be more fun if those were surprises."

The pair made their way out of the warehouse toward the surrounding woods. The sounds of sirens and amplified police voices faded the farther they walked.

"You said this was only a fraction of the power you have?" Connor asked, marveling at his now silent footfalls despite the heavy forest floor debris of twigs and dead leaves.

"I could only give you a small dose at first - a taste - to see if you would take to it," Locust explained, "Human bodies are so fragile. I've seen some explode from even less than I gave you."

Connor jumped, much higher than he had ever done before, and grabbed hold of a tree branch. He effortlessly pulled himself up to sit on the branch, then swung upside down to meet Locust's hollow eyes at their level.

"I think I can get used to this," he said, nearly breathless with excitement.

Locust reached up and gently stroked Connor's jawline with the back of one claw.

"You want more?" he purred.

"Oh, fuck yeah."

#i like this one more #writing sample #grinner

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"When the visions come, don't fight them. Your mind will struggle to tell the difference between reality and dreams while your body changes, but follow the path as I instructed you and you will be safe."

"You're not making me feel very safe. How do I know you're not using reverse psychology and I am supposed to fight back?"

"Believe it or not, Connor, I do want you to have these powers. Being an ancient creature bound by the old ways, however, there are rules and rituals I have to follow."

"What's so special about me, anyway? I'm not a good person, like...at all."

"I don't care if a person is 'good' or 'evil' or whatever labels humans come up with to describe morals or ethics. You were marked by death and your perception of fear is...evolved. Those are enticing traits in a human and I'm honestly surprised other deities haven't gotten to you first."

"Are these other deities going to be upset that you're, uh, claiming me?"

"You make it sound so romantic! They'll deal with it, if they ever find you. Now let's get you ready. I can answer all of your questions after the ritual."

"One more before we start: will I survive?"

"I'll be very happy if you do."

#also not loving this but I'm practicing okay #writing is like physical exercise you gotta keep doing it to stay in shape even if you feel like shit #writing sample #grinner #also eyyyyy first writing with locust in it