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addicted2wasps · 6 months

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Scariest costume ever!

I ended up coming up with an idea for something spooky, so I drew it.

The wasp is Trogus vulpinus, a parasitoid of Papilio canadensis and other spp.

Obviously, the wasp is not quite to scale, but for the purpose of the theme, drawing a giant one makes sense.

I hope everyone has a great Halloween on Tuesday!

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sas-soulwriter · 7 months

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Twist for your story

Ever wondered why a well-crafted twist is crucial in a story? It's like the element of surprise that keeps you engaged, challenges your expectations, and ultimately makes the narrative memorable. A great twist is the heart of intrigue in storytelling. Here are some you can use!

The Sentient Object: Twist: An ordinary object, like a book, a mirror, or a piece of jewelry, is revealed to be sentient and possesses its own consciousness. It becomes a key player in the story, guiding or manipulating the characters.

The Collective Memory: Twist: A group of characters, seemingly unrelated, share a mysterious collective memory or dream that connects them in unexpected ways. They must work together to decipher the meaning behind these shared experiences.

The Language of Magic: Twist: Magic in your world is governed by a unique language or code. As the story unfolds, characters discover that the language itself is sentient and can influence events and outcomes.

The Eldritch Revelation: Twist: Characters stumble upon ancient texts or artifacts that contain forbidden knowledge about cosmic horrors or eldritch beings. The revelation of this knowledge threatens their sanity and forces them to confront incomprehensible entities.

The Mythical Betrayal: Twist: A character believed to be a mythical hero or savior turns out to be the story's true villain, deceiving everyone around them. The actual hero must rise from obscurity to confront this unexpected antagonist.

The Reverse Time Travel: Twist: Instead of traveling to the past or future, characters unwittingly bring historical or future figures into their present. They must adapt to the challenges and paradoxes this brings, all while trying to return these displaced individuals.

The Living Ecosystem: Twist: The entire world or ecosystem of the story is revealed to be a living, interconnected entity, and the characters' actions have profound consequences on its well-being. They must make choices that protect or harm this sentient world.

The Forgotten Prophecy: Twist: Characters initially believe in a well-known prophecy, only to discover that the true prophecy has been hidden or forgotten, and its revelation drastically changes the course of their journey.

The Inverted Morality: Twist: A society where good is evil and evil is good is introduced, challenging characters' beliefs and forcing them to question their own moral compasses.

The Quantum Reality Shift: Twist: The story shifts between multiple parallel realities or dimensions, and characters must navigate the complexities of these shifting worlds to achieve their goals.

The Manipulative Reader: Twist: It is revealed that a character within the story has the ability to influence the actions and decisions of the other characters, essentially "writing" the story's plot from within.

The Protagonist Swap: Twist: Midway through the story, the perspective switches from the original protagonist to a secondary character, offering a fresh viewpoint and challenging readers' assumptions about the narrative's focus.

#writing #creative writing #writing advice #writers block #writers on tumblr #writing community #writing tips #writblr #writeblr #tipss #twist #plottwist #bookish #books

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plotandelegy · 6 months

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Crafting Spells with Incantations: A Primer for Fantasy Writers

1. The Roots of Language & Power: Think about languages. Why is Latin so captivating to many? Elvish words from Tolkien's Middle Earth gives us a sense of nostalgia. Incantations borrow from the weight and mystery of forgotten or invented tongues to create allure in our fictional works. Authors might want to consider phonetic aesthetics and rhyming words. Cadence can distinguish between magic that stays with the reader or falls short.

2. The Binding Element - Intention: Fancy words can enchant, but intention carries power. Consider the caster's emotions, desires, and the cost of wielding the magic. A simple spell to light a candle may be whispered, while summoning a storm might require a shout. Emotional resonance adds depth to your magical system. Depth can make it more relatable and memorable.

3. The Harmony of Gesture: Incantations are often paired with gestures. The flow between word and motion can amplify potency. Perhaps the caster must trace a key through the air to open a door. Visual clues help readers see spell casting in their minds.

4. The Complexity of Consequence: Let spells have consequences. Mispronouncing an incantation could come with disastrous or unexpected outcomes. Spells can backfire if cast with doubt. Create checks and balances that challenge your characters.

5. Soundscapes of Sorcery: When performed correctly, what sounds accompany the spell? What sounds come when the magic is incorrect? Spells that summon forth storms release echoing booms in the distance. Offer readers a multi-sensory experience where they can 'hear' the magic too

-Indigo

If you’d like more check out my article on unique and classical sources of magic.

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hlficlibrary · 1 year

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FIC OF THE MONTH

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Somethin' Old and Red

by nonsensedarling / @absoloutenonsense

There was a ritual with these things. He’d pour a splash into a wine glass —his favourite little joke was telling humans he loved a nice glass of red every now and again— then sat down in his living room and listened to music while he drank. Every time he changed the record —or, what was it they called them nowadays? 8tracks? MP3s? Playlists? It was difficult for Harry to keep up with the technology, especially as much as things had changed over the last few decades— he would change the music before refilling the glass. He liked to savour his meals. He could get at least two evenings out of a bag that way, which worked very well for Harry’s schedule. His wine glass was in front of him on the counter, and he was ready to pour.

Vampire au | Not Rated | 5k

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pixlokita · 5 months

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Have you seen the FNaF Help Wanted 2 trailer yet? What are your thoughts on it? Who do you think will we be playing as? I'm kind of stuck between Cassie's dad and Cassie. There's a lot of evidence to point at Cassie's dad being the new protagonist, but I also think that maybe Cassie will be the new protagonist because of the V.A.N.N.I mask and how based on the evidence, it will most likely let the Mimic take control of Cassie's consciousness while trapping her and some digital universe. Similar to Vanessa. I'm also kind of contemplating Gregory to be the new protagonist because of GGY and maybe we'll get a backstory for GGY or this is how maybe Gregory gets freed from the Mimic. Or we'll get confirmation that he is a robot. We'll see 🤷‍♀️

I want it so badly to be a prequel to GGY or a continuation to Cassie’s story but also ? Why is this game so Michael coded, it’s all about him >> one thing’s for sure TTwTT Helpy doesn’t deserve all the violence he’s getting !!!!! WHY WOULD THEY DO THAT !!!

#plottwist #michael was Cassie’s dad all along #nah but seriously #give us some GGY how dare you steel wool #fnaf #pix answers

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norvitodraws · 1 year

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So @shaydh's Niko and Bug have been living in my head rent free recently ever since I thought of this. I had to bring it to life.

#my art #but not my ocs #plottwist #how do you tag someone else's OCs #Niko #Bug #Shaydh's OCs

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teomuchtohandle · 1 month

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Name: PlotTwist, The Cutest Little Bean

Gender: Female

Mated: No, eternally youthful

Hatchlings: No, eternally youthful

Date of Birth: 03/18/2024

Birth Flight: Water

Species: Spiral

Genetics:

Dust/Tiger

Shale/Hex

Oilslick/Glowtail

Uncommon Eyes

Bio:

PlotTwist is not a character within the story of the Markov clan. Rather, PlotTwist is the spirit of those little whispers that guide me along in writing their story!

#Flight Rising #PlotTwist #Spiral

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laraphoenixwriter · 4 days

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Isidora's Revenge - a Hogwarts Legacy FanFiction

Hey Guys,

I have decided to publish my Hogwarts Legacy FanFiction "Isidora's Revenge".

This is a work in progress and I will add chapters as they are written. It currently has 6 chapters.

If you have any comments, please don't hesitate to speak up! Constructive criticism is encouraged. Either send me a message or comment directly on the book.

Link: Isidora's Revenge

Genre: Fantasy / Action & Adventure

Current Word Court: 19,764 words (work in progress)

Type of Feedback Desired: General expressions, writing style, grammatical/spelling mistakes I may have missed.

Description:

This is a book written in the third person with the main character being based on my character I created on the Hogwarts Legacy Game. This story takes place 10 years after the events of the game. It follows Andrea Taylor (MC) as she tries to intercept a dark magic plot against Hogwarts and its students. It also explores an ever growing relationship between Andrea and Sebastian Sallow.

Blurb:

In the world of magic, possessing the ability to perceive and use ancient magic was extremely rare, but Isidora was one of the few that possessed it. She found she could heal the pain and suffering of those she came across. But her thirst for this power put her at odds with the other professors. They tried to stop her, but in the end, Isidora was killed in a vicious battle. Now, from beyond the grave, Isidora’s spirit is seething with anger and seeking revenge. Knowing that the professors she once called friends were long since dead, she set her sights on their progeny, Andrea, a young witch who also possesses ancient magic, and will stop at nothing to gain back her power. As Andrea returns to Hogwarts, it becomes clear that Isidora’s wrath is far from over. In this dark and edgy novel, readers will be taken on a thrilling ride as Isidora’s revenge plots unfold. Will Andrea be able to stop her? Or will she surrender to the power and join Isidora in her plot for revenge?

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violettedove · 1 month

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Poppy playtime co. AU

The Factory of Fates - Prologue (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1430459028-the-factory-of-fates-prologue?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=MayHng2 Lilac, in a state of helplessness, finds herself in the midst of a tumultuous fight between her second husband, and her three teenage children. Cartoon Cat, driven by predatory instincts, attacks Lilac, leading to chaos and destruction within the family. The incident becomes a turning point, causing fractures within the once-unified family bond. --- Lilac is on the run from the relentless pursuit of the Smiling Critters in a surreal labyrinth. She encounters Dogday, the mutilated former leader of the Smiling Critters, and realizes the harrowing darkness that surrounds them.

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spaceboycantlol · 2 months

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This comic was made on 'Apple' device :| I upload funny shorts on my YouTube channel everyday. Do check it out - click here

#comic #comics #funny image #humor #jokes #lol #funnyshit #memes #haha #rofl #doctors #apple #health #funny #plottwist #plot twist #spaceboycantlol #web comics #comedy #entertainment

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xariaseesred · 2 months

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Novel by Xaria Ryu

chapter one

GENESIS

Brief: In the opening chapter of 'Cursed Shores', we're introduced to a world brimming with challenges – a cityscape plagued by the consequences of unchecked super-powers. Keitaro, navigating a hazardous environment, seeks refuge in a bar, surrounded by a populace drowning their sorrows in a daily struggle for survival. As the night grows darker and the rain starts pouring mercilessly, we witness a mysterious encounter, a brief yet intense confrontation, and a glimpse into the Keitaro's internal struggles. We are then taken to a basement filled with aged books, where a complicated dynamic with Haruki, is explored. The chapter ends where stage is set, not with grandeur, but with a quiet intensity, inviting us to a world where survival is an art and secrets lurk in the shadows.

CHAPTER LIST:

chapter two: FLAMES

Chapter starts below the break: keep reading! :)

Monsters, genetically modified plants trying to kill us all, abuse of power that leads to massacres and wars or incurable diseases, would all be perfectly good and logical reasons as to why I am plastered at a bar scanning for someone who might know a way off this island. The people here are nearly all understandably drunk out of their minds, none of them able to live their daily lives for longer than a work day. Children darting between tables without supervision, while lurking hazards stand poised to exploit even the slightest misstep. The place is loud, save for the moments when someone gets too reckless with their curse and gets dragged off the premises. The silence that washes over the room feels like a cold blade threatening to slit your throat. At least to anyone with something to hide. Once that is revealed, you can kiss this hell goodbye and welcome another one right after hours and hours of wishing you were never born.

Gloves hide my curse, but my temper needs more than gloves to be concealed, and it is rising by the second. The alcohol stench and the soldiers posted up in every corner of the place are not helping.

“Fresh meat, huh?” a velvety voice asks in a hushed tone standing next to me.

“Walk along,” I nearly snarl, keeping my head down and not sparing them a glance. Whoever it is does not let up and slides closer to me, alcohol reeking off their person.

“I know what you are,” they go on, voice sounding almost like purring now that we are standing shoulder to shoulder. With swift movements, I have spun them around, grabbed both their hands and pinned them behind their back under the bar’s edge so no unwanted eyes witness what just went down. It is a woman covered in rain protective gear looking a little younger than she sounded. Former military employee I would assume. No one else could get their hands on anything like that. Half my body covers hers and I tighten my grip around her wrists.

“Eager to end up in jail I see,” she laughs. Drunk, I make out of her behavior. I will spare her the questioning and I tell her as much until I have convinced her that she is out of her mind. I let her go, leaving her giggling by the bar as I walk out into the neonate night. Cannot risk someone taking her seriously. I would rather have my trial that is barely two days away than get beaten to death in a jail cell.

With no plan to ever return and risk my identity being outed, I make my way to a place I have learned to love and despise.

♦

The basement, crammed with thousands of books, exudes an icy chill between its shelves covering just a few square meters. I wish slamming the book shut in frustration was enough. Throwing it across the room would be a crime in here. Burning it up into ashes is out of the question, but painfully desired. You cannot win in this dreadful city, let alone the whole Island. Leaving is not an easy feat either.

The flame dancing between my index finger and thumb, dies down gradually, turning a transparent pastel blue as it gets smaller and morphs into faint smoke. Rather than reigniting the flame, I allow the darkness to envelop me, accompanied by a deafening silence. I sit there by my miserable self until I hear indistinct footsteps grow louder and louder evoking a curse from deep in my chest. I don’t have the patience for this right now. I glance towards one of the shelves. It doesn’t take long for the inconvenience to step into my little corner and lean onto one of the coarse wooden shelves sporting a sad smile. Calling him an inconvenience is wrong on my part but not entirely untrue. I try too hard, way too often to avoid him only to have my night end like this.

“You okay in there?” he asks after a heavy sigh. His tone is just light enough to come across as friendly. It has been a skill people have to learn to master around me since they know better than to step out of line with me.

“I’ll need you to keep your mouth shut.” In the weak light that is seeping through the window from a street light, his staple black cap casts a dark shadow across his face at all times so all anyone ever sees is his mouth, which is now shaping a strained line in reaction to my words.

“Always a ray of sunshine, yeah? I’ll need you to leave. Now.” Too pure for his own good.

I am a walking hazard to these preserved books. I should in fact not be here in the first place, is what he should say. He is just too nice to say it.

“Haruki…” I know it is nothing I can say that really helps my case but it is not like me to hold back what I truly feel around anyone either. Be it complaints or hateful remarks. There is not much on the good side of things around this one since his very existence has been a deep sorrow to endure dating back years. The only defense my brain seems to have against that is spite.

“Light this candle, will you. Can’t see shit in here.” My body temperature and temperament is irregular as it is, but right now I can feel the blood sizzling far beyond its boiling point. He knows better than anyone that riling me up could have dire consequences. None that I will ever be proud of. That should also keep him away from me. Why he lets me stick around is beyond my ability to comprehend. Words do not suffice these days, but I’m willing to bet good fortune that unimaginably mean things would come out of my mouth to someone who’s never truly wronged me.

After much inner turmoil I decide to light his candle. Haruki had started getting antsy as well, eyes glowing a terrifying dark red shining through the shadow as if ready to strike any second. People might think he is perfect but even he is not immune to impatience.

“That’s not really your color, Ki,” I tell him under my breath, but still making sure I also don’t cross his boundaries. That nickname is one I gave him when we were just toddlers, playing in the tunnels under the city, both of us, along with a couple dozen other kids, having been strictly told to never show our faces on the surface until we were deemed ready. We were naive souls back then. Not our fault, but we could’ve never guessed what challenges awaited us.

“What on earth did I do to get you actually talking, huh?” Fake smile or not, it could rival the sun in its brightness, teeth gleaming like the most expensive pearls. In the dim light of his candle the sharper angles of his youthful face get the spotlight. No wonder people idolize him the way they do. It’s almost aggravating how beautiful he is. Sometimes I think holding a grudge towards him for that reason would make more sense. That him always turning heads, getting what he wants all the time and people praising him for damn near everything is annoying enough. Him in his whole casual suit and tie get-up should be annoying enough.

“I’ll leave,” I exhale sharply before I make a fool of myself. While I grab my things I see Haruki’s eyes lose their color and disappear behind the shadow, his smile fading back into a strained line.

“Help me put these books back, Keitaro,” he utters firmly and I get the feeling that he could sense I did not want to be around him anymore. “Please?” The place is a mess and it is too late to argue with anyone at this hour.

I sort the books for him to the best of my ability, just to make it easier for him to put them back on the shelf. They are all old and torn. Most of them are missing pages, some have been found under water so the pages are uneven with the black words faded. Haruki finds this aspect of the library-keeping very intriguing. As illegal as it is for him to keep these books here in this region, he would protect them with his life and he has made that much unmistakably clear for me. He knows this place as well as his own bedroom. Down to every nook, secret passage and whatever people back then decided to hide within the books. Even theft is completely out of the question since he would know within a second if a thought like that appeared in someone’s head.

As we inch closer to being done with the books, my thoughts drift deeper into darker territory, further down memory lane and I once again see how close Haruki was to losing everything he ever held dear. Haruki senses the shift in my aura and makes the mistake of looking up and meeting my eyes. His now gleaming a concerned gray. The candle that he had set on the table lights up the rest of his face. Big innocent eyes asking questions I cannot answer and the burn mark I feared making an appearance from his temple down to his cheekbone. Still covered in angry, deep scars. The work of which I caused.

Until now, the anger I held earlier had started to subside. Now it awakened like a tiger held captive for too long, ready to kill anything that moves. I freeze for a second knowing that if it gets too intense, I am totally in the wrong place. I put the last book into Haruki’s cart to dart out of the library and into the night’s thunderstorm. Before Haruki gets completely out of earshot for me, I hear a barely audible “good night” as an overdue apology is stuck, heavy on my tongue.

Heavy raindrops fall against my hair feeling cold everywhere it is parted as I make my way off the streets out toward the fields. The houses there are safer since these thunderstorms are constant. Sometimes accompanied with rain and sometimes not. They destroy more in a matter of minutes than what we can build in years, and that’s not to mention the relentless flooding this city goes through weekly. It has been like this for years and years so it is hard to remember what a normal day was like.

As I approach the coast, a sense of unease washes over me like the tidal wave crashing against the shore. Something is different tonight, as if the air itself is charged with an electric energy that prickles my skin and sets my nerves on edge. It’s eerily quiet and in the distance I hear the whispers of patrol getting closer. Not a good sign.

And then, I see it.

Hovering above a small lonely piece of land on the horizon, a strange craft hangs suspended in the air like a phantom from another world glowing red. Its sleek contours are illuminated by the faint glow of the city lights, casting eerie shadows that dance across the water's surface.

My heart pounds in my chest as I watch in awe and terror, the sound of helicopters cutting through the air like a knife. With trembling hands, I raise my scope to get a better look, my breath catching in my throat as I witness the craft unleash three beams of light that stretch for miles in every direction.

I duck behind a nearby rock, my heart racing as adrenaline courses through my veins. This is no ordinary sighting; this is a warning, a sign that something far more sinister is at play.

As the echoes of the craft's arrival fade into the night, I know that I can no longer ignore the call to action. Whatever awaits me once I am away from this island, I must face it head-on, for the fate of my sister and those I hold dear hangs in the balance. But come hell or high water, I will not rest until I uncover the truth behind this mysterious intrusion and put an end to the chaos that threatens to consume us all...

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eric-sadahire · 2 months

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A rich woman called a famous artist to commission him to create a sculpture of her.

He says his fee will be $5,000, which she accepted. She arrived for the sitting and gave him $7,000. The artist was surprised and asked why she gave more than he asked.

"I want you to sculpt me in the nude," she said, "Do you have any objections?"

"Not for $7,000 I don't. But I would have to keep my socks on. I must have somewhere to put my tools."

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deathly-flowerss · 2 years

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Yall just Imagine we don’t get Byler or mileven. Instead we get Lucas x Mike 😀

#byler #mileven #People who can’t take a joke please don’t find this #Plottwist #stranger things

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exerzist · 1 year

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ZHONGVEN

This is literally me preaching zhongven but....

Their literally made for eachother, both are archons. Both fought in the archon war, both lost one dear to them, shared trauma brings people together!!

They've both gone through similar trainwrecks but are both such opposites at the same time which is what brings them together, you can see in multiple quests/cutscenes/wiki pages ect. that they've been close since their beginnings, since the seven met in liuye.

They've both lived for thousands of years, witnessing the uprise and downfall of things that have existed since God knows when, they both have witnessed the downfall of kh'aneriah and the uproar of man. The making of new mondstat and dragonspine, the freedom of inazuma and the banishment of the vision hunt decree.

Idk how to finish this but zhongven 4ever

But also aether and venti

And aether and everyone

Help

#zhongven #zhongli #venti #genshin impact #help #gay #two gay gods but ones a twink #plottwist #i think zhongli would eat up mcr #IF YOU WANTED HONESTY THATS ALL YOU HAD TO SAY

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hlficlibrary · 1 year

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FIC OF THE MONTH

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I'm Weaker Without You

by The_Halcyonic_Lachesist / @chai-hat-tea

Alpha Lord Louis Tomlinson is a rake who refuses to settle down. Will he settle down for the Society's most talked about Omega? What about the enticing scent that belongs to the Beta? How will he react to said Beta pursuing the Omega too?

Regency romance | Teen & Up | 20k

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