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sunnydwrites · 8 months
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Project Updates!
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It's been a while (obviously, from my last post) since I've been here! So before I get back into the swing of giving writing advice and posting here regularly, I want to talk a bit about the things I've been up to.
Published Stories
I've been working super hard on my writing, and I've since had three stories accepted and published in different magazines! These are stories I'm super proud of; they contain my heart and soul. You can give them a read if you want!
Not Quite, published in Hearth and Coffin.
The Body of a Hero, published in The Bone Parade.
To Light a Match, published in Palindrome Journal.
And, to me, this is just the start! I have a ton of other stories that I'm working on and preparing to submit. This has been an awesome journey so far and I'm excited to keep going with it!
The Coffee Ring Review
I also started my own literary journal. You can find it on Twitter, Instagram, Chillsubs, and on its own website. This is a journal I started back in February because I was feeling a certain type of way receiving rejections with no actual feedback. Though my process takes longer, I give feedback on every piece submitted to me, and I'm preparing to release the magazine's inaugural edition!
(Subs closed for now, but I'll announce here when we reopen.)
(Did you know the Discord server also has its own mag?)
Unpublished Projects
I have been absolutely captivated recently by this concept for a world of floating islands, crystals, and magical deities. The world is called Feia right now, and I'm going through the process of developing everything before I write. Been using an application called Obsidian to link everything together - it works WONDERFULLY for the complexity of the world. I'm planning to talk more about this app here soon.
Also lots of short stories on the way - I've learned a lot recently about planning and executing short stories, especially with more experience as an editor under my belt. Hoping that I'll be able to share some more publication links here soon!
I'm also working on redeveloping that cyberpunk world I was in last time I was active here. It still exists, very much! I'm trying right now to figure out how I can make it the best it can be.
Discord
I still exist over on TTWF on Discord! That server is a blast, and we're prepping our Halloween edition right now. (Join the server for more info!)
Now that I'm back more consistently, I'm super happy to be talking about these things more often! Stay tuned for updates!
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literallyjusttoa · 4 months
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What’s better Christmas present than a bit of angst huh?
When Apollo was young, not yet a year old, he was banished from Olympus due to his crime of murder. Gaea called for his head, but Zeus shielded him.
“I will not rule as my father did,” he said “The boy can learn, he can be better.”
Apollo was sentenced to exile. Nine years, though he was not told this. No, Apollo was certain that he had lost his chance to join his family in the heavens. His father had spared his life, and as penance he now had to stay on the mortal realm for all eternity, alone.
The young god made due with what he had. He wandered through the fields of Greece, tending to the animals he found along the way. He would sing, as light and clear as the birds, and mortals would flock to the sound. Apollo was never allowed to linger long, but he fell in love with that feeling of warm comfort mortals seemed to carry with them, that joy that he could never quite reach. When he could, he worked, often for little reward. He wanted another taste, another glimpse of a less lonely existence. So he became a shepherd, a soothsayer, a musician, always a few steps away, watching but never being.
One day, in the middle of the coldest months, Apollo was hired by a farmer in the Vale of Tempe. He had a large herd of cattle and was in desperate need of a someone to care for them. Apollo traveled through the backroads and forests, making his way to the valley. When he arrived, however, he found no farmer, and no cattle. Instead, a lone man sat at the base of the river that flowed through the vale. The water was near frozen over, but the man did not shake. Instead, he turned, and smiled wide.
“Apollon,” Zeus said, “Olympus has missed you.”
Apollo was shocked. Had his father truly come for him? He dropped into a low bow, too nervous for words.
Zeus chuckled, low and warm, “Rise, son. There is no more need for humility. It has been decided you have done enough.”
“Truly?” Apollo asked, “May I truly join you on Olympus?”
“You may join me at home, Apollo.” Zeus responded, “Your home. Come, we shall perform a rite of purification in these waters, and then you will ascend to your throne.”
And so the rite was performed, and Apollo was cleansed. As far as the rest of the world knows, the two immediately ascended to Olympus, to the glorious applause of the other members of the divine court. Apollo took his throne, next to his dear sister, and began his immortal duties.
But there was a moment, one moment, which was kept away in that sheltered vale. Once Apollo had been cleansed, he stood at the bank, waiting for the next step. Any demand his father asked of him, he would have agreed too. But Zeus held nothing over his head. Instead, he summoned a cloak of sheep’s wool, and placed it over Apollo’s shoulders.
“A gift,” he murmured, “The golden treasures you were born with will bring you glory, but this my son… I hope this will keep you warm.”
And Apollo believed, with all his heart, that he would never be lonely again.
Time is a cruel master. As years bled into centuries that bled into millennia upon millennia, Apollo realized that loneliness would be his most constant companion. He realized that the source of this loneliness, this suffering, would often be the very man that promised to keep him warm. The fire of his father’s hearth burned everything it touched, leaving Apollo with blistered hands and a scorched heart.
But he still wore the sheepskin. When the loneliness crept into his bones. When the lightning crackled across his limbs with a burning pain, as warm as his father promised with an agony he’d never mentioned. When all seemed lost to the ground and the dust. Apollo found that wool cloak and cast it over his shoulders. Even broken promises can bring some sort of comfort. Even old sheep’s wool can bring an illusion of warmth.
I was his child once. He used to love me.
If only the bite of a king’s cruelty could be chased away as easily as the chill of a winter’s day. The wool does nothing, and the loneliness remains. Apollo shivers, and goes to rest.
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brown-spider · 8 months
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I named my spidersona "Sunny Brown" while thinking about eggs and hashbrowns. I wanted something that felt nostalgic and bright like morning light.
Then two seconds after I wrote it down I was like "Wait Hobie's last name is Brown. Damn."
Nobody has asked yet which is a surprise but yeah no, Sunny has absolutely zero relation whatsoever with Hobie. Not family and not an alternate universe parallel. Just a common last name lmao.
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dennisboobs · 1 year
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keiyaku-tako · 4 months
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Welcome back, Azul!
Just out of curiosity... What's the price to get you to say "teehee" again?
Thank you.
A price that you will likely be unable to pay.
I could be negotiated into it, though.
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xsunnysoftx · 8 months
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Happy first birthday to my favorite bunny of all time ♡ idk where I'd be with out my goofy boy ♡
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earl-grey-love · 1 day
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Ugh I had a pretty intense day. I wanna spend some time with Sim.eon, that'd make me feel better.
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sunny-daysss · 11 months
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FUCK ITS 2-D’S BIRTHDAY I NEED TO DRAW THE MAN
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sunnyhvnny · 1 year
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nothing made me feel more uncomfortable than the arya sex scene like bro she was like 14 when the show began
God I know. It wasn’t important either! it was literally just fan service because so many people wanted Arya and Gendry together.
Also, I think she was like 12 when she started filming.
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suwunnysideup · 1 year
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I want to know about the D&D AU if perhaps you’d like to share 👁
hello emmie 👁👁
d&d au my beloved <333 i only have a vague idea for an adventure for them, but i do know who will be in it and what level they'll be at >:))
so the party roster for this one is the spicy six - robin, nancy, eddie, steve, jonathan, and argyle. the younger ones might be alluded to idk yet (but let it be known that i have classes for all of them <3)
they will all be set at 12th level, with some of them dipping into multiclasses! character races have also been chosen: robin is a tiefling, nancy is a high elf, steve is a human, eddie is a dhampir, jonathan is a half-elf, and argyle is a firbolg
the adventure will delve into the underdark, and mayhaps it will pertain to a certain one-eyed, one-horned, flying purple people eater.... mayhaps not >:3c
that's all for now i'm sorry lksdjflasjl still workshopping it around until i can actually share bits and pieces from the fic itself (rn it is just a mess of words and ideas)
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sunnydwrites · 9 months
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hey y’all!
sorry i’ve been gone so long - promise i couldn’t forget about you, things have been crazy! little “hi again” post incoming and i’ll answer my asks, and hopefully get back to posting regularly!
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literallyjusttoa · 1 year
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I couldn't stop thinking of Meg today so here is my design for Older Meg (tm) + some headcanons
Meg is a lot more interested in the mythological side of her life than the mortal side. She goes to school and does all the things she needs to do to fit into mortal society, but her interests and passions lay in the mythological.
Speaking of, she keeps up work at the Aeithales, and works closely with satyrs and dryads to keep the forests safe in California. Some of Meg's closest friends are dryads, and she takes her role as the protector of Aeithales very seriously.
She drops by Camp Jupiter semi-regularly and is known by any newcomers as the Camp Cryptid (a spot she shares with Nico). Lavinia is overjoyed anytime she visits.
If you're having trouble with a quest or difficult monster, most campers know Meg is the one to call. A lot of times she'll be glad to help out, no payment necessary.
As she gets older, Meg is seen as the honorary "big sister" of many demigods and young dryads around California, simply due to her willingness to give people a helping hand and a place to stay.
After the trials, Apollo spent a lot of time worrying about Meg, especially since he couldn't visit often. For both of their sakes, he ended up crafting an amulet for Meg. The necklace (called a phylacteries) is made of wood, stone, and precious gemstones. The invocation on the wood panel is dedicated to Apollo, and if it ever breaks, he'll know immediately.
After many MANY years of practice, Meg is now an accomplished horse rider, and she will often ride her unicorn Hemlock from Aeithales to Camp Jupiter (This adds even more credence to her status as Camp Cryptid)
Listen, I want Meg to become immortal, and this is MY blog so I get to pick the comfort au. I think if Meg were a goddess she would be similar to Pan, with control over wild places. She'd be known as a protector, especially to mythical creatures and spirits. Also I want one of her symbols to be crows. Bc one of the first things Apollo compares her to is a crow and one of his symbols is ravens so they'd be ravens and crows and it would be amazing.
anyways here's some extra sketches I made for funzies.
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sunnibearr · 1 year
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♡ CUTEST PERSON AWARD ♡ Once you are given this award you're supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people who deserve it. if you break the chain nothing happens, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you're beautiful inside and out ♡
oh my goodness this is so sweet ahhhh!!! thahk you<333
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bluesolarflare · 1 year
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IM THREE PEOPLE AWAY FROM 100 FOLLOWERS EXCUSE ME?!
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sleepy-sunshine · 2 years
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does anyone know where to find pacis for small mouths? i got one but it’s too big for my mouth :( im thinking of finding an 18mo+ paci and trying that but i have the feeling it will be too small. does anyone know if there’s an in-between size?
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frogers · 2 years
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i'm telling y'all rn that eddie munson, as a DM, has the cynical literary genius of brennan lee mulligan and the storytelling abilities of matt mercer
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