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It has been way too long since I posted stories on here, and I mean to get back into it. Cheers!

"C'mon, Eri! Surely Lady Death has a joke or two," Neveen teased, nudging Erissa in the side. "You have to have heard some over the ages."

Erissa looked thoughtful for a moment, then grinned. "Here's one a soul told me ages ago. Long ago, there was a great tribe of nomads who's tradition was to have the chieftain name each new child. One day, one of his warriors came to him, and said, 'Oh wise chieftain, I would know something of you. How is it that you can come up with nes for the children so quickly?'."

"The chieftain smiled and said 'It is simple. I go for a walk, and wait for the spirits to speak to me. I feel the need to look up, and see an eagle flying overhead, and know that child's name will be 'Eagle-Soaring-In-The-Heavens'. I turn to see a stag bounding through the forest and know that child will be named 'Deer-Running-Swiftly'. I see a bear catch a trout leaping from a stream and understand that child shall be named 'Clever-Bear-Waits-For-Fish'. Tell me, Coyote-In-Heat-Under-A-Bush, why do you ask?'."

Jasper snorted and began coughing and gagging as his drink came out his nose, causing everyone else to devolve in hysterics.

#felterra #my writing #my ocs #neveen #erissa #general fuckery

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this does not necessarily apply to chrome-based browsers but it very well can. ymmv

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battle couples has gotta be one of my favorite tropes though. The “you got me?” “Yeah, I got you.” The kiss for good luck. Fighting alongside each other for so long they know every strength and weakness. The dichotomy of being fucking terrifying to their enemies, but so soft with each other. When one is in danger and the other goes feral, protects them at any cost. When everything is over and done, it’s all “let me see where you’re hurt,” and washing off the dirt and blood.

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This is too damn cute. ^_^

Microstory

The demon looked around. There was a summoning sigil drawn in the ruddy sand, but nobody… It shifted its perception to the spiritual plane. Ah. A dust devil. “Why hast thou-” “A battery.” “A battery?” The demon looked around. “What need for a battery on Mars?” “For our friend.”

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please reblog even if you don’t read, I’m dead serious 😬 

(aka. disabled t4t couple spends a year skirting death, seeks to avoid being homeless again)

We started out 2022 in a garage.

Then we were in a goat barn with no plumbing/electricity/floor.

Then I tucked my tail between my legs and asked my abusive mother for help. She got us into a camper but has not been able to help much more than that. Which is fine, I don’t want to rely on her any more or longer than necessary.

After being kicked out of our first campground by the homophobic owners, we have found a spot for the next few months.

We have not had food stamps since our most recent move, and I don’t know when the hell they’ll come. We DO finally have internet though, which means I finally have a fucking job.

Unfortunately I have spent this week doing hours of unpaid training and testing. There is still more to be done. Soooo I am not gonna get paid a dime until, best estimate, early-mid January 2023. Rent is obviously due before that.

Campsite rent is $450. We have $0 since literally every dime we’ve gotten in help has gone straight to food or other basic daily needs.

Every time I ask for help on this app I say that we’re getting closer to me not having to ask anymore. And it’s still true. People tell me to get a job, okay, I finally got one I can actually do with my disabilities! I just don’t get paid for another few weeks!!! Like FUCK I am trying SO hard y’all.

CA PP

and I’m hedwwig on venmo too but it won’t let me link it lol

thanks everyone we love and appreciate all helpers and rebloggers

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Scott Westerfeld is up there with Suzanne Collins as "Sci Fi futuristic dystopia authors who had Something To Say And Damn Well Dedicated Themselves To That Something."

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"Well... you know what they say... 'enemy of my enemy-'"

"Is my competition in killing them first,"

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posting not only as a critique of the profit motive under capitalism but also because I fucking hate youtube premium

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Types of intelligence for your OCs

What kind of intelligence does your character posses? Based on theory of multiple intelligences, these are some ideas what kind of smarts your characters might posses that aren’t the typical academic or street smarts. 

1. Visual-spatial (space smart)

These people are good at visualizing things, seeing in 3D, being able to imagine how things look even out of sight from the information they have about it. They are good with directions, maps, charts and pictures. Eye for drawing, patterns and puzzles. 

Especially useful for: architects, engineers, artists, pilots

2. Linguistic-verbal (word smart)

The ability to use words well, when writing and speaking. Typical strenghts are telling stories, memorizing information, love for reading, skill with words, debating and persuasive skills, adept at explaining complicated subjects. Also tend to be great at languages. 

Especially useful for: writers, journalists, lawyers, teachers, public speakers

3. Logical (reasoning smart)

Not necessarily but possibly mathematical, these people are great at reasoning, pattern recognition and logical analysis. Enjoyment for abstract thinking and ideas, excellent problem-solving skills and logical argumentation are other common traits. Pattersn, categories, relationships. 

Especially useful for: mathematicians, accountants, scientists, and detectives.

4. Bodily-kinesthetic (body smart)

Great hand-eye cordination, physical movement, often skilled at sports, dancing and creating things with their hands. Learn and remember rather by doing than listening or reading. Sense of timing and mind-body union excellent. 

Especially useful for: dancers, sculptors, actors, athletes, surgeons, crafts people, soldiers, police officers

5. Musical (sound smart)

Sensitive listeners. Thinking in patterns, recognizing rhythms, notes and melodies, good at remembering tunes, these people often enjoy singing or playing instruments. Often show great understanding of musical structure and know quickly when they hear someone going off-key. 

Especially useful for: musical teachers, composers, musicians, 

6. Interpersonal (people smart)

These people are very good at understanding and interacting with others. From verbal to non-verbal communication, they are proficient at assessing motivations, moods and desires of others and seeing things from multiple perspectives. Great communicators, create positive relationships with others easily and solve group dynamics and group conflicts well. Also enjoy discussions, debates and teamwork. 

Especially useful for: psychologists, counselors, salespeople, politicians, philosophers, teachers, managers, team leaders

7. Intrapersonal (self smart)

The opposite of interpersonal smarts is the intrapersonal intelligence, where people are very in tune with themselves and their feelings. They are honest with themselves, enjoy self-reflection, analysing theories and ideals, love daydreaming, and show great self-awareness and assessment of their own strenghts and weaknesses. 

Especially useful for: writers, philosophers, theorits, scientists

Bonus types: 

8. Creative (ideas smart) 

People that show exceptional curiousity, get inspired by little things around them and connect ideas and concepts in an unsual way. It’s a more feeling-based, spontaneous type of intelligence that gets less recognition, but brings immense benefits in all fields. 

Especially useful for: artists, marketers, scientists, concept artists, 

10. Abstract (concept smart)

Drawn to abstract ideas, these people enjoy deep discussions, don’t like to settle on one truth and ask questions that have no easy or no answer at all. Connecting, conceptualizing, analysing, listening and putting things together, they are great at seeing things from a distance, seeing the whole and not just the pieces. 

Especially useful for: scientists, philosophers, researchers, theorists, designers, analysts

Writing advice masterlist

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injury prompts

“ how bad is it? “ “ it’s bad. “

“ let me have a look… “

“ how long has it been like this? “

'' are you injured? ''

“ i need to show you something. “

“ don’t freak out. “

“ you all right? “

'' you're not gonna pass out, right? ''

'' that's gross. ''

“ is that blood? “

“ holy shit... “

'' how are you not dead? ''

“ who did this to you? “

'' hey, look at me. look at me. who did this to you? ''

“ tell me who did this to you. “

'' holy cow... ''

[outrageous explanation for their injury] '' really? that's the excuse you're going for? ''

'' it's literally a mosquito bite... ''

'' i'm a little dizzy... ''

'' sit down for a moment, will you? ''

“ let me look at you… “

“ i'm sorry i didn't tell you earlier. “

“ someone has to take a look at this. “

“ that doesn't look good. “

“ does it hurt? “

'' what's that behind your back? '' '' well... it's certainly not a zombie bite... ''

“ are you okay with me touching you? “

'' sit still. '' '' i'm fine. '' '' you're bleeding. ''

'' oh my god… ''

'' are you hurt? ''

“ does that hurt? can you feel your fingers? “

“ let me know if there’s anything i can do. “

“ looks pretty rough to me. “ “ i’ll manage. “

'' it's nothing... ''

[character tripped over a rock] '' you're a fucking idiot... ''

'' hurts like hell, but i've been through worse. ''

'' you need any help with that? ''

'' let me bandage that up for you. ''

'' i could have died. '' '' don't be so dramatic. ''

“ let me clean that for you... “

“ i've got a survival kit in my car. let me go grab it. “

“ i can't believe you kept this to yourself all this time... how did nobody notice? “

“ hey, let me take a look... “

'' MY HAND IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN YOUR BURGER. '' '' shit, fine, let's have a look... ''

“ are you equipped to deal with this? “ “ most absolutely not. “

“ it's more or less healed up. “ “ are you sure? looks infected to me. “

“ you need to see a doctor. “

'' it doesn't hurt. ''

“ don't touch it! “

“ how did this happen? “

“ this is gonna sting motherfucker... “

“ it's my fault. i did this to myself. “

'' it's just a scratch. i'll be fine. ''

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Person A: “….Uhh….I’m pretty sure that’s meant to stay on the inside.”

Person B: “How the hell are you still standing?!”

Person A: “Honestly, your guess is as good as mine.”

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Person A: “That doesn’t go there.”

Person B: “Well then where does it go?”

Person A: “I don’t know, but it’s not there.”

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Oh I like this one.

“The prince just fell in love with Cinderella because of her looks!”

Wrong. Okay, picture this–

So there’s the prince, okay? He’s like, smack dab in the center of the ballroom, and he is like, horrifically aware that this whole ball thing is a result of his dad falling into a panic about the royal lineage or whatever and he’s stuck listening to highborn girl after highborn girl, all lined up, introducing themselves like, “Oh yeah my family’s been a longtime supporter of the crown, and I think you’re cute, *cough* I’ve been told I have child-bearing hips *cough* Who said that? Anyway–” and Princey boy is just smiling through it, he has been the center of attention for entirely too long, he misses his emotional support horse, and is just internally like “Someone please kill me now.” And then… he sees her–This isn’t a love at first sight thing, this is a ‘what the hell is going on over there’ thing, because this girl has not gotten into the Debutante line for a solid 45 minutes. 

She’s just at the hors d’oeuvres table going HAM on the prosciutto-wrapped asparagus, and like, she’s polite about it, she’s happy to move aside for other people grabbing punch and canapes (and she’s really so sweet with the wait staff, it’s kind of cute because they’re like… definitely not used to being acknowledged) but it’s like, “Damn girl, did you not eat today?” and then the prince is kind of stuck with the uncomfortable thought of ‘how many girls starved themselves to fit into a corset for this.’ And then the Prince realizes he’s missed the past 4 Debutante introductions because he’s watching Mystery girl hork down crab rangoons. So he’s like, “Excuse me” and manages to break free from the never-ending parade of girls who will hop on his dick for status.

 And as he’s approaching Mystery Girl, it’s kind of hitting him that something’s not quite natural about her. Not fake, but not quite real. But at the same time this whole evening’s been just a whole circus of people acting fake as hell, so like, someone seeming a little off doesn’t seem bad, necessarily. And he sidles up to her like, “Hi,” and she’s like, “Oh–hey, have you tried the tapenade?” and she points to one of the plates, and at this point, he could hit her with the “You don’t know who I am, do you?” deal or the “Very funny, I see your play” deal, but at this point it occurs to him that, no, he hasn’t had anything to eat throughout this whole damn ball, partially because of being stuck in the debutante parade, partially because of nerves, and there’s something so disarming about the question that he grabs a crostini and she still seems so food-focused that it doesn’t seem possible that this is a play. So they both grab little plates and ditch the party.

She pretty much clears her plate in under two minutes and then has half of his plate, he’s cool with it, mostly he’s just absolutely fascinated listening to her.

See here’s the thing about Cinderella:

1. She doesn’t know he’s the prince. Like yeah, he’s been at the center of the room, but she’s kind of spent half the party eagerly looking around everywhere she’s allowed to go (”Have you seen rose garden? Have you seen the solarium??” further confirmation that she doesn’t know who she’s talking to) and the other half stuffing her face with food. 

2. She assumes she’s never going to see anyone here tonight again, and no one recognizes her, so she has no filter.

So she’s just talking about whatever with this guy. He seems cool. She talks about her friends, who are rats. She makes little outfits for them. Sometimes they bring her little gifts. She is already the coolest person the prince has ever met because of this. She pretty much offhandedly talks about whatever is fucked up about the kingdom that would take his advisors two hours of hemming and hawing and watering down to address. She just says it like it’s nothing, just funky little things she’s observed, and again, she’s not aware that he’s the prince, but it’s still pretty damn bold to bring up at a literal royal ball.

She… seems to have the majority of graces that lots of girls from Respectable Families™ have, but there’s something strange about it, something simultaneously broken and hardened, like the way you can see where ice has thawed and re-frozen. Also the way she talks about her family, and the way she avoids talking about her family– is raising several red flags, not in the “Oh this is another person trying to take advantage of me” sense, but in the “Oh fuck, something’s gone really wrong and you need help” sense and also lowkey a ‘damn is she even getting fed?’ sense. But he can’t say, ‘Hey, that’s not fucking normal for people to say that to you or treat you that way. We need to get you out of there,’ without sounding crazy himself, so for now, he’s just going to chill, make sure she’s comfortable, and keep enjoying the evening. She’s somehow befriended like 4 of the waitstaff so they’re willing to cover for them while they disappear for a little bit, and they get plenty of time to talk, but eventually it hits her that she hasn’t danced yet and she’s like “Come on! I bet we can make the prince jealous!” and he just bursts out laughing at that like “hell yeah, let’s make the prince jealous. He’s a real asshole.” Like clearly she’s having a good time, so who is he to make it weird? So they head back to the ballroom and they dance. And our girl, Mystery Girl, Cinderella, while they’re dancing, becomes acutely aware that everyone is staring. That doesn’t seem quite right. Like, yeah she’s hot, she knows she’s hot, but at least a good third of the party should still be focused on the prince, right? Where is that guy, anyway?

Oh.

Oh wait.

Oh shit.

And Princey Boy actually picks up on her realization and they whisper argue for like 3 minutes. “Why didn’t you tell me?! Now I feel like a goddamn idiot!” “I dunno it was nice being treated like a normal person” “Well me treating you like a normal person makes me a goddamn felon or something did you consider that?!” “Hey–Hey–it’s cool–you’re cool–I think you’re amazing, and if anyone says shit about you, I can shut it down.” “Well I don’t like that! That’s fucked up!” “I agree. It is fucked up, but I believe in you, and I think you should have a chance, and I’m here to back you up. I know power is fucked up right now. I know. But are you cool with working with me to change that?” And our girl Cindy pauses on that for a couple seconds, because.. she’s just spent hours with this guy and like.. she knows he’s a good guy, she knows he means well, so she’s like, “I don’t know how long I can actually work with you.” and the prince is like “Look, I know your home situation is complicated right now, but I really think we can–”

And then the bell starts ringing.

It’s midnight.

And then she takes off in a panic, and our prince just met the coolest person ever, and like, he’s pretty sure whatever situation they’re headed back to is fucked up, and all he’s got going to find her is a shoe. A shoe. 

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#because #yknow #color theory

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It has been WAY too long since I posted anything, so, I figured I might get around to it. This bit is bittersweet, as it involves losing a character I have enjoyed for a while. Tw for those who need it: Character death, but in a last stand style.

Alek glanced down at Ajax and swore. He could clearly see bone gleaming wetly in the flashing of lightning the boy was throwing out.

"Get my men out of here, lizard," he snarled, eyes shining with the blue-white light of his magic. "I will hold here and give you time to escape."

Alek hesitated for only a moment before clapping a hand to the younger man's shoulder, pouring as much power into him as he dared, before turning and sprinting away. "Die well, thunderchild!" he yelled back over his shoulder as he leapt onto the back of the last truck.

Ajax grinned fiercely, lightning crackling around him, and lunged headlong into the horde of demons rushing to meet him.

"Come to me, shadow-spawn!" he bellowed as they died in droves around him. "Come face the last son of Aigio Village!" He had stopped counting how many times they had hit him. He knew he had only moments left before they tore him apart.

With his magic singing in his veins, Ajax threw his head back and howled with laughter. The song in his soul reached its crescendo, and he finally let go of his magic entirely. "I AM AJAX NIKOLAOU, THE THUNDERCLAP, AND YOU WILL REMEMBER MY NAME!" He grinned one last time, finally at peace with the power that had plauged him for so long. "This is where my saga ends."

Behind them, in the distance, there was a brilliant flash of light, and a thunderous bang that shook them all to their marrow. In the back of the truck, Alek saluted, fist over his heart, as one by one, the soldiers around him rose and did the same.

"Rest easy in the fields of Elysium, thunderchild," he said softly.

A.N: OW. Boy pulled a Rockjaw Grang on me. (Bonus points if you know that reference.) Anyway, I'm gonna try to start posting more, but I'm not promising anything. Like I said, I'll do my best.

@stuck-in-theclouds @dierotenixe @kitvinslakte @nox919 @n00biest-noob-of-them-all @officialleehadan

#throwing rocks at my ocs #felterra #lore #my pen slipped #my stuff #aleksandr #Ajax Nikolaou #last stand #end of character

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Oooooooo YES

Luke/Mara (romantic), "Sunshine"

[Give me a pairing and a word/phrase, and I'll write you a drabble]

Mara's heard people say that Luke is sunshine incarnate, and they're not wrong. He's bright and bubbly, with a mess of golden hair and eyes like a clear sky, and that's mostly what they're talking about when they say it. Luke's got a smile that could knock out a rancor and when it gets turned on you—well, she's not surprised that people are singing his praises, calling him kind and warm and a bringer of life, if they've ever had his grin turned on them.

Still, though, she wonders what they'd say if they'd seen him crumple a Star Destroyer with his mind, if they'd watched the burning and the flames and the screams that space had muffled. She wonders what they'd say if they'd watched him force it into the maw of a star, and turn away, eyes blazing with something beyond power.

He's sunshine incarnate, all right. People just forget which sun it is when they say that.

Luke grew up on Tatooine. Sunshine has never been anything but deadly to him.

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The cast of the Original Trilogy had cliched, boring character concepts that were executed wonderfully enough for it not to matter. 

 The cast of the Prequel Trilogy had interesting concepts that were executed poorly enough to make them seem utterly stupid. 

The cast of the Sequel Trilogy had amazing, thought-provoking concepts that were executed in the town square and put up on pikes as a warning to others.