#untitled hermit game

[honeylashofficial]

Writing Patterns (Tag Game)

Rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

Thanks, @cnwolf-brainrot for tagging me. :D I don't have ten individual fics posted, so I'll do the ten latest chapters I've released instead. (plus a bonus sneak peek of the latest wip 👀)

The work span of an intern at a plumbing company never managed to last nearly long enough, and that was bad news for Mumbo. (The Faults in Our Lines*)

Tango had stopped wearing his waiter name tag after realizing that no one really cared who they were being served by. (It Starts With a Smile | A Flower Ranchers Trio short story)

He had never seen the kid so scared. (No Bark, All Bite, Just Business*)

Sand was always getting into Martyn’s eyes. (Sands of Time*)

Doc didn’t do anxiety. (And the Flames Climbed Higher*)

A bellowing cry split the early morning air. (It Gets Worse the Further You Go*)

Scott dumped the pile of powdered snow onto the grass, promptly sitting down on it and sulking. (The Red Fury*)

Grian didn’t know how he had gotten here, but he was certainly here now, and there was nothing he could do about it. (From Sea to Sand and Back Again*)

A lifetime of servitude had a whole new meaning to it when you were cursed. (A Lifetime of Lies*)

A dwarves heart was only as pure as the gems they mined. (To All That Glitters, and Those Who Benefit From It*)

*A Plateful of Hermits with a Side of Whump and Angst (Whumptober / Hermittober 2023 prompts)

Bonus!! (wip) Scar was fearless, but there were three times in his life when that truth became a lie. [untitled HotGuy!Scar novel]

I definitely suffer from what I like to call, "addicted to overly dramatic opening paragraphs". I try not to do it every single time just to shake things up, but we all have our shortcomings. X) Just like CN mentioned in her own response, my goal with the first sentence, and especially the first paragraph, is to underline the theme of the overall story and capture the mood. It's about finding the very core and presenting it offhandedly to your audience so they know exactly what they're in for even if they don't know it at the time, haha! Spoken like a true angst writer.

I would like to invite @amethystfairy1 to join the game, along with anyone else who sees this post. Happy scrolling. :D

#tag game #whumptober 2023 #hermittober #hermitcraft #mcyt #flower ranchers

[newtishfiction]

I knew the hermitcraft and life series plot bunnies would come for me eventually.

Ideas so far

BotW x Renchanting au - Basically what happens when I have multiple fandoms on the brain.

Renchanting au - Untitled. More or less based upon a story I am working on. This is diverging from the story plot to avoid spoiling things.

Untitled - An oc centric what if. I made up lore about the hermits being galactic explorers and their main objective is building communities for other explorers. The ocs are a team sent in to make sure things are functioning properly. Setting is the season 9 world. The mission goes wrong thanks to a cursed crown.

Untitled Life Series series. Martyn’s lore is running rampant in my head. I can see potential for a thriller type series here. (Also been reading The 3rd Life Game by Taidko which is also giving me thoughts). Also been inspired by a couple of animatics (Here and here)

#still in the notes/doodling process #hermitcraft #life series smp #traffic smp #trafficblr #hermitblr #renchanting #martyn inthelittlewood #inthelittlewood #the plot bunnies are invading

[mymumisasquid]

The Heterodox Hermit

Rhodolite’s 1st Princess

Yvonne Bos

Voice: Kei Shindō

One to keep to herself, she struggles to admit her feelings, even when they are harmless or platonic. Resourceful and knowing the most random facts, many people find her to be eccentric. Hates paperwork, but she has no hobbies to fill her time. There is some seriousness in her—in the form of a shadow in her mind that warps with every second and threatens the very future of Rhodolite.

Birthday: May 30th

Height: 174cm

Blood Type: A

Crest: Swan

“Are you my new attendant? Then why are you following me?”

Game formatted bio of a major OC from my in-the-works fan fiction (Untitled).

#cybird ikemen series #cybird ikemen #ikemen series #ikemen oc #ikemen prince #cybird #ikepri #ikemen prince oc #ikepri oc

[snickerdoodlles]

am slooooowly catching up on my tag game mentions, so fair warning that i might be a lil slow to responding to asks for this game but i promise i WILL (eventually). anyhoo, i was tagged by the lovely @7nessasaryevils and @jemmo (❤❤) in this WIP game:

post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have wips. I have deemed that this isn’t just for writing either. Sketch titles? Comics? Dnd campaigns? If you have an unfinished project, it counts!!   

since two friends tagged me, i’ll post the wip names for my two main fandoms at the moment:

kinnporsche

02. silver for truth

06. [king’s knight]

AJSDSK

[thirst tweets]

bush beating

the trials and tribulations of one user ghoasters

necromancy AU

consequences*

kingsman AU

Bad Decisions

bad buddy

ch.6

listen with your heart

he’s all and he’s more/untitled document

grasshoppers and elephants

go astray with me

a sky, a mountain, a sea

no stranger to the wind

turn your back to the wind

ep9 wibble wobbles

orir2

im not tagging anyone because i have uhhhhhh LOTS of wips and i dont know that many people because im a hermit lol. if u want to do this, you are officially tagged, i would love to hear about ur wips ❤

#consequences has a * because thats kim & big timeloop AU and i already have an ask for it #(IM SORRY @ THAT ASKER IM SO BEHIND ON MY INBOX RN HJGHJGGHJ) #fair warning im also going to go get pancakes first and hopefully get some writing done i expect to be a little slow in my replies #wip shenanigans #ask game #as a hint for my naming system: multi-chaptered wips are acronyms of the fics name and the chapter number #i usually try to have fics in series follow a specific naming pattern #(ie 'gone fishing' came from an idiom so all fics in that series are 2 word references to different idioms--hence the name idiots & idioms) #and if there's a rigid order to the fics in a series they all get a number at the start of them #hope that helps 😂 #writing woes

[brainrotgobrr]

writing wip ask game

open tag from @omegamoo !!!

Rules: In a new post, post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

ok some of these are really stupid but i think they’re funny

- may hoenn yeahhhhh

- saiki k

- the hermit and the fool

- new au wooo

- idk

- idol soulmates au

- brand new ruikasa

- untitled document

- a rose by any other name

#none of these get any explanation #my writing #ig??

[puppetmaster13u]

#honk honk #untitled goose game #untitled hermit game #hermitcraft au #goose #goose hermits #boatem crew #boatem my beloved #pearlescent moon #pearlescentmoon #hermitcraft pearl #Pearl #good times with scar #goodtimeswithscar #hermitcraft scar #scar #impulseSV #hermitcraft impulse #impulse #hermitcraft mumbo #mumbojumbo #mumbo jumbo #mumbo #grian #grian hermitcraft #potato

[rattledazzlebones]

#hermits united #me #untitled goose game #disco zoo

[mightbewriting]

March Wrap Up

Things I wrote:

4,052 words in Well Said, Hermione. Finished and posted!

9,683 words in misc and secret projects.

15,995 words in A Season for Setting Fires (Soulmates multichap)

30,643 words in Untitled Original Novel draft

Things I read:

Fiction: 

Here is the Beehive by Sarah Crossan

A Winter’s Promise by Christelle Dabos

The Roommate by Rosie Danan

A Rogue of One’s Own by Evie Dunmore

Bringing Down the Duke by Evie Dunmore

Act Your Age, Eve Brown by Talia Hibbert

Get a Life, Chloe Brown by Talia Hibbert

The Removed by Brandon Hobson

Josh and Hazel’s Guide to Not Dating by Christina Lauren

The Unhoneymooners by Christina Lauren

Gideon the Ninth by Tamsyn Muir

The Tourist Attraction by Sarah Morgenthaler

Little Fires Everywhere by Celeste Ng

The Switch by Beth O’Leary

Normal People by Sally Rooney

The Hillside by Jane Smiley

99 Percent Mine by Sally Thorne

The Hating Game by Sally Thorne

The Empress of Salt and Fortune by Nghi Vo

To Have and To Hoax by Martha Waters

White Rose by Kip Wilson

Nonfiction:

Cosmic Queries: StarTalk’s Guide to Who We Are, How We Got Here, and Where We’re Going by Neil deGrasse Tyson

The Stranger in the Woods: The Extraordinary Story of the Last True Hermit by Michael Finkel

Tribe: On Homecoming and Belonging by Sebastian Junger

Extraterrestrial: The First Sign of Intelligent Life Beyond Earth by Avi Loeb

Your Inner Fish: a Journey into the 3.5-Billion-Year History of the Human Body by Neil Shubin 

Things I’m currently reading and writing going into April:

Jonny Appleseed by Joshua Whitehead

The Dating Plan by Sara Desai 

Draft 25k words in Untitled Original Novel

Review and revise the first 30k of A Season for Setting Fires with beta

Draft 5k in A Season for Setting Fires

Finished and post 2 ( t w o ! ) secret projects

#march wrap up #i did things this month i swear

[voodoochili]

My 75 Favorite Albums of 2020

Every year produces excellent music and 2020 was no exception. The exceptional thing about this year, though, is the loss of livelihood so many musicians suffered as a result of the pandemic. To better celebrate all I’ve listened to and loved this year, I’ve expanded my albums list from 50 to 75 albums and included a highlight track from each in the Spotify playlist below. If you like what you hear, why not throw the artist a few dollars on Bandcamp?

Check the Spotify playlist HERE.

Without further ado, my favorite albums of 2020. Happy New Year, and happy listening!

10. Playboi Carti - Whole Lotta Red: Carti’s long-awaited opus has only been out for a week, which is probably not a long enough time to give an album as sprawling and surprising as this one a full critical evaluation. But I do know when I’m hearing something that’s unlike anything I’ve ever heard: this album rearranges hip-hop at the molecular level. 

Whole Lotta Red is overstuffed with invention, the glitchy, expansive production giving Carti ample opportunity to glom onto the contours of the beat and experiment with his voice. That voice is the album’s main attraction: it squeaks, it squeals, it roars, it spits, it shudders, and organizes itself into irresistibly ignorant mantras (my current favorite is “Lamborghini parked outside, it’s purple like lean”). 

Across its 24 tracks (which feels like too many, sure, but only the 5-minute long Kid Cudi-infected droner “Metamorphosis” overstays its welcome), Carti plays with listener expectations, annihilating rap songwriting conventions (why do you need verse-chorus structure if every line is a hook) as he defiantly proclaims his desire to be unlike anybody else. Though it bears some resemblance in sound and subject matter to Future’s Monster (and much of the production owes a debt to the work of Lil Uzi Vert’s favored Working Of Dying collective), Whole Lotta Red firmly establishes Carti as a totemic figure connecting mainstream and underground sounds.

9. BbyMutha - Muthaland: BbyMutha is a natural born spitter, armed with a drawly stutter-stepping flow that routinely annihilates unconventional instrumentals. She glows with supreme confidence and comfort in her own skin, especially when she’s dripping with disdain with those who’d dare refuse her the respect she deserves. A 25-track opus that earns every minute of its runtime, Muthaland is an engrossing immersion into Mutha’s world, balancing a fascination with the occult (“Sorry I don’t fuck with n****s who don’t fuck with Satan”) with grounding interjections from close friends and her four children. Boasting rockstar fantasies like “Heavy Metal,” bad girl anthems like “Nice Guy,” and dancefloor-ready jams like “Cocaine Catwalk,” Muthaland is a tour-de-force by one of rap’s singular voices, and if she’s really finished with music as she’s claimed (rappers never really retire, but Mutha has indicated she wants to focus full time on her Apothecary), the game will greatly miss her incisive punchlines and crudely empowering perspective.

8. Westerman - Your Hero Is Not Dead: In 2020, Mid-’80s sophistipop grew into one of my favorite comfort foods. Westerman’s Your Hero Is Not Dead struck me directly in the sophistipop sweet spot, evoking the attention-to-detail and synth-heavy craftsmanship of that era and pairing it with harmonic complexity and a piercing emotionalism that recalls his idol Neil Young. On songs like “Blue Comanche” and “The Line,” Westerman constructs tales as twisty as his melodies, economically exploring how people relate to each other at the beginning and end of romantic relationships. Westerman complements his tasteful palette of synth sounds with intricate and lyrical guitar playing, most notably on the sighing, gorgeous instrumental “Float Over,” which softly segues into the title track to end the album on a gently-rising high note.

7. WizKid - Made In Lagos: The focal point of the sub-Saharan Afrobeats renaissance, Lagos is having one of the most exciting musical moments of any city since Kingston in the early ‘70s. WizKid is one of the scene’s biggest stars, with an ability to combine the sonic tapestry of his hometown with Caribbean-influenced beats and vocal styles. Made In Lagos is a masterwork of sound design, bringing creamy bass, chicken-scratch speckles of guitar, tasteful interjections of saxophone and brass, and an intoxicating mix of acoustic and electronic percussion, all offered in service to an immaculate vibe that matches the album cover’s shiny, monochromatic color scheme. Made with lockdown in mind, the album eschews uptempo dancefloor workouts in favor of stress-relief and romance. WizKid plays the perfect host, tamping down his melodic flights of fancy and embracing a song-serving smoothness. He’s a warm and inviting presence throughout, laying out the red carpet for a cross-continental cast of collaborators like H.E.R., Skepta, Burna Boy, and Damian Marley. The result is a truly global pop masterpiece, capable of brightening even the dourest day of a miserable year.

6. Ka - Descendants of Cain: Firefighter by day and rapper/producer by night, Ka is a master of allusion. He organizes his thoughts into themed collections of metaphor, illustrating the bleak realities of street life with gnomic symbolism. On Descendants Of Cain, Ka’s strongest work to date, the enigmatic rapper expresses himself through a litany of biblical references, drawing parallels between ancient parables (he goes far deeper than the Cain/’caine double entendre that rappers have been using for decades) and the stark code of morality with which he lives his life. The 48-year-old hermit produced the project himself, creating an immersive sonic realm, crafting expansive, noir-ish backing tracks populated by late-night saxophones, sparkling pianos, and the occasional shot of sweeping strings. Once again, Ka’s music comes almost entirely without drums (certainly without “beats” in the traditional hip-hop sense–every once in a while, he adds an open hi-hat or a subdued shaker), the artist preferring to let his music swirl around his half-whispered words of wisdom. The album ends on a tearful, sentimental note with “I Love (Mimi, Moms, Kev),” in which the artist ditches the biblical lyrical conceit and expresses his love for his wife, his mom, and his best friend atop light percussion and a warm soul sample.

5. SAULT - Untitled (Rise): Rise is the second part of a diptych that SAULT recorded in response to the movement that exploded in the wake of George Floyd’s death. Black Is, the first part, is a great album (you’ll find it in the lower reaches of my 2020 list), but the mysterious UK collective fulfilled their immense potential with Rise, a propulsive, powerful, and danceable album that doubles as a thought-provoking examination of the nature of freedom and liberation. The album tackles weighty topics–police violence, fake-woke “allies,” protest, cultural appropriation–but handles them with an inspiring effervescence and a propulsion meant to usher right-thinking people into the streets. The music itself is an intoxicating marvel, combining elements from every trendy musical movement from the early ‘80s (post-disco, post-punk, house, hip-hop, whatever the hell ESG was) into a percussive and surprisingly cohesive cocktail. The album immediately makes its greatness known with its first four songs, one of the strongest opening runs of any album in recent memory: the swaggering, funky, keep-your-head-up anthem “Strong,” which features a drum solo from SAULT architect Inflo, the soaring, club-ready vamp “Fearless,” concept-establishing, string-heavy interlude “Rise,” and especially “I Just Want to Dance,” the best song ESG never wrote. 

4. Fiona Apple - Fetch The Bolt Cutters: Fetch The Bolt Cutters arrived with the kind of universal acclaim that can make some people suspicious. The Pitchfork review got a lot of attention, not just for its perfect score but for its bold statement that “no music has ever sounded quite like it.” 

That statement might’ve been slightly hyperbolic. Fetch The Bolt Cutters has the kind of propulsive left-hand piano figures, chest-thumping percussion, and impassioned vocal performances that we haven’t heard since...the last Fiona Apple album. But the album deserves its experimental reputation. These songs mess around with song structure and melody in ways that resemble avant-garde singers like Meredith Monk, use overlapping vocals that occasionally evoke the works of post-modern composers like Luciano Berio, and echoing modernist composers like Edgard Varese in the way she wrings pathos out of rhythmic elements.

Though Fetch might be a slight step down from The Idler Wheel, it’s an invigorating listen, packed with the soul-baring confessionals that only Fiona is capable of executing. Combining literary wordplay with plainspoken directness, Fiona forces the listener to confront her trauma and contemplate her diagnoses of patriarchal ills. The songs are uniformly excellent–especially opener “I Want You To Love Me,” the most “traditional” song on the record, and “Shameika,” a burrowing childhood rumination with a happy ending–but Fetch The Bolt Cutters stands out to me as a collection of amazing moments: when the jig-like “For Her” fades into an unforgettably painful cadence (“Good mornin’, good mornin’/You raped me in the same bed your daughter was born in”), Fiona’s ground-shaking vocal intensity at the end of “Newspaper,” her dogs howling over the outro of “Fetch The Bolt Cutters,” the winking repetition of the title phrase on “Ladies.” Her albums display more than enough ambition to forgive the long gestation periods, but hopefully we won’t have to wait another 8 years for Fiona to bare her soul once again.

3. Drakeo The Ruler - Thank You For Using GTL: Embroiled in a Kafkaesque legal saga that shines a light on the worst aspects of our horrendous justice system, Drakeo The Ruler spent more than three years wrongly incarcerated for a crime he not only did not commit, but for which he was acquitted (for more info on Drakeo’s ordeal, read Jeff Weiss). He’s now mercifully a free man, mostly due to the work of his lawyer, but at least partially because of publicity generated by Thank You For Using GTL. Recorded over the phone from prison during the height of the pandemic, it’s a miracle that an album created under such sub-optimal conditions sounds as excellent as it does, but credit producer JoogSzn–who not only supplied the creeping, head-nodding backing tracks but recorded Drakeo’s phoned-in vocals–and engineer MixedByNavin for the project’s astonishing fidelity. Drakeo and Joog spent hours on the phone to record the album, in the process paying thousands of dollars to GTL, the predatory telecom company of choice for the L.A. corrections system, whose mechanical interjections serve as a constant reminder of the injustice that made the album necessary. Of course, a good story is a good story, but that alone doesn’t get an album on 2020’s most prestigious Best Albums list (mine). It’s a classic rap album, perhaps the best ever released by an incarcerated rapper, and a thumb directly in the nose of the D.A. and the LAPD. The album is a lyrical marvel, packed with winding wordplay and outlandish flexes, as Mr. Mosley takes aim at 6ix9ine, cackles at sorry-ass Instagram haters, and sneers at American-made cars (“To be honest, a Hellcat isn’t a foreign”). Each song has a carefully considered concept, the rapper’s punchlines building upon one another to make an airtight case for his status as L.A.’s top dog. He contrasts his own whip-crashing lifestyle with flashy wannabes on “GTA VI” and “Backflip or Sumn,” mourns a favorite department store on “RIP Barneys,” and proves he still doesn’t rap beef on “Maestro’s Tension.” The album’s masterstroke comes with “Fictional,” the final track, in which Drakeo exposes the prosecution’s use of his lyrics as evidence in criminal proceedings as the farce it is: “It might sound real, but it’s fictional/I love that my imagination gets to you.” Drakeo’s story was a rare bright spot in 2020, and a rare one with a happy ending. Just last week, the rapper released Because Y’All Asked, a studio-recorded version of Thank You For Using GTL, giving the album’s songs the clarity they deserve. But I think I’ll mostly return to the original, which will live on as an excellent album and a vital document of post-George Floyd America.

2. Pa Salieu - Send Them to Coventry: Hailing from the middle of nowhere–or, more accurately city in the English Midlands only known in the states for its middling Premier League team–Gambian-British artist Pa Salieu served up the most distinctive, visceral, and daring rap debut of the year. His style fuses elements of grime, drill, afro-trap, dancehall, and the darker edges of U.S. hip-hop into a percussive slurry, injected with the urgency of his struggle to survive. The magic of the album comes from the way Pa’s fluid flows interact with the shimmering and foreboding production (Felix Joseph and Aod lead the cast of the project’s sound architects), which is perfectly suited for cold city nights. He slips effortlessly into the pocket, toe-tagging the beats with a combination of aggression and trance-like meditation and uttering casually powerful pronouncements (“I'd make a killa riddim offa any riddim/The grind can never stop 'til I'm wrapped in linen”) that make you believe he’s Britain’s next great rapper. Pa keeps the vibe consistent throughout, but the moments that stand out are the moments when he locks into an unbreakable groove over no-frills production, like on singles “Block Boy,” “Betty,” and “B***K.” The artist’s wry sense of humor and brash confidence keeps the album from feeling bleak, but Send Them To Coventry wisely ends on “Energy,” a warm and bright ode to keeping your creative spark safe from the prying forces of fame and fortune.

1. Kassa Overall - I Think I’m Good: “I think I’m good”–a phrase that’s ran through my head throughout this shitstorm of a year. Sure, I postponed a wedding, cancelled trips, and saw my friends and family much less often than I would like, but I count myself among the lucky ones. Still breathing, still sane. Though it was recorded and released before the pandemic started, Kassa Overall’s I Think I’m Good became a lodestar of sorts for me. It’s a brilliantly introspective and deeply personal album about existing in enclosed spaces–whether a jail cell, an NYC subway car, or the inescapable prison of your own body.

Kassa Overall made his name as a jazz drummer, touring with icons like Geri Allen, but his solo music incorporates elements of hip-hop, classical, and trap to create a wholly original milieu. The album features contributions from over 30 accomplished voices, ranging from luminary Vijay Iyer, to Kassa’s saxophonist brother Carlos Overall, to virtuosic pianist Sullivan Fortner, to venerated activist Angela Davis. But all the disparate elements come together in service of Kassa’s deeply personal and engrossing vision.

Taking partial inspiration from Kassa’s struggle with manic depression, the music fluctuates between meditative calm and unbearable tension, mimicking the patter of an unquiet mind. Album opener “Visible Walls,” is a mesmerizing prayer for salvation soundtracked by fluttering harps, piercing woodwinds, and heartbeat percussion. “Find Me” buries a plea for help within a cacophony of sampled voices and rattling piano notes. Fortner’s piano guides us through the hauntingly devastating “Halfway House” and the Chopin-indebted “Darkness In Mind,” each highlighting a different stage of grief (despair and acceptance, respectively). The arc of I Think I’m Good concludes with the hopeful “Got Me A Plan” and “Was She Happy (For Geri Allen),” a Vijay Iyer-assisted tribute to his late friend and mentor. 

It’s ironic that an album that so deeply explores the feeling of isolation vibrates with such a collaborative spirit. I Think I’m Good feels like an answered prayer–a community coming together to check on a beloved friend who’s gone through a tough time: “You good, man?” “I think so.”

Here’s the rest of my list.

11. Yves Tumor - Heaven To A Tortured Mind 12. Shackleton & Waclaw Zimpel - Primal Forms 13. Bob Dylan - Rough & Rowdy Ways 14. Duval Timothy - Help 15. Lil Uzi Vert - Eternal Atake 16. Moodymann - Taken Away 17. Secret Drum Band - Chuva 18. J Hus - Big Conspiracy 19. Headie One & Fred Again - GANG 20. Tiwa Savage - Celia 21. Andras - Joyful 22. Bill Callahan - Gold Record 23. King Von - Welcome To O’Block 24. Flo Milli - Ho, Why Is You Here? 25. Chubby & The Gang - Speed Kills 26. Madeline Kenney - Sucker’s Lunch 27. Empty Country - Empty Country 28. Smino - She Already Decided 29. Destroyer - Have We Met 30. Yves Jarvis - Sundry Rock Song Stock 31. Ela Minus - Acts Of Rebellion 32. Creeper - Sex, Death & The Infinite Void 33. Alabaster DePlume - To Cy & Lee: Instrumentals, Vol. 1 34. Good Sad Happy Bad - Shades 35. The 1975 - Notes On a Conditional Form 36. Kate NV - Room For The Moon 37. $ilkmoney - Attack of the Future Shocked, Flesh Covered, Meatbags of the 85 38. Eddie Chacon - Pleasure, Joy and Happiness 39. Kenny Segal & Serengeti - Ajai 40. Bad Bunny - YHLQMDLG 41. Kahlil Blu - DOG 42. Califone - Echo Mine 43. Boldy James - The Price of Tea in China/Manger On McNichols/The Versace Tape 44. Bufiman - Albumsi 45. Moses Boyd - Dark Matter 46. Thanya Iyer - KIND 47. Jyoti - Mama You Can Bet! 48. Obongjayar - Which Way Is Forward? 49. Rio Da Yung OG - City On My Back 50. Young Jesus - Welcome To Conceptual Beach 51. Owen Pallett - Island 52. Oceanator - Things I Never Said 53. Shootergang Kony - Red Paint Reverend 54. Shabason, Krgovich & Harris - Philadelphia 55. Six Organs of Admittance - Companion Rises 56. Lido Pimienta - Miss Colombia 57. Kelly Lee Owens - Inner Song 58. Polo G - The GOAT 59. Actress - Karma & Desire 60. Phoebe Bridgers - Punisher 61. Porridge Radio - Every Bad 62. Yg Teck - Eyes Won’t Close 63. Mozzy - Beyond Bulletproof 64. Ratboys - Printer’s Devil 65. R.A.P. Ferreira - Purple Moonlight Pages 66. Ulver - Flowers of Evil 67. Rina Sawayama - SAWAYAMA 68. SAULT - Untitled (Black Is) 69. Ezra Feinberg - Recumbent Speech 70. Davido - A Better Time 71. Hailu Mergia - Yene Mircha 72. HAIM - Women In Music Pt. III 73. Half Waif - The Caretaker 74. Key Glock - Yellow Tape 75. KeiyAa - Forever Your Girl

#kassa overall #pa salieu #drakeo the ruler #fiona apple #sault #ka #wizkid #westerman #playboi carti #bbymutha

[timelinefancomic]

What happens when I connect non-existent dots between two of my favorite things? Well in this situation, I put them together. So I gave the JJBA: Stardust Crusaders main characters dice sets!

Jotaro:

Top Imprint, untitled set (Reminds me of Star Plat)

Metallic Dice Games, Midnight Fantasy set (it looks liek it has a bunch of stardust in it!!)

Metallic Dice Games, Purple Haze set (gotta get some smoky dice in for him, idk why tho XD fits his overall look)

Metallic Dice Games, Violet Infusion set (again, Star Plat or a really pretty galaxy)

Kraken Dice, Tahiti Twilight (got that purple layer, plus the blue makes me thing of the ocean)

Kakyoin:

Lucky Hand Dice, Necromancer set (this is mostly me just really liking this set and company, but this looks beautiful and matches his outfit)

Chessex, Jade Scarab set (I LOVE this set, i want it XD again, looks like the color of Kak’s uniform)

Chessex, Spring Nebula set (this looks like Emerald Splash and you can’t convince me otherwise)

Avdol:

Bescon, Magical Stone-Aura Stone set (looks a lot like Magician’s Red!!)

Metallic Dice Games, Phoenix Ash set (It’s the name. Come on.)

Metallic Dice Games, Mystic Embers set (The black looks like charred remains of something like wood, fitting for Avdol’s flames)

Polnareff:

Phoenix Dice, Blue Shimmer-Gold Foil set (it’s a fancy-looking set, feel like it would fit the baguette man)

Black Oak Workshop, Dragon set (a nice, darker D20 to match Silver Chariot!)

Cozy Gamer, Cornflower Petal set (makes me thing about how she’d leave flowers for his sister,,, and now I think I made this sad-)

Lucky Hand Dice, Holographic set (Again, fitting for Silver Chariot)

Metallic Dice Games, Blue Flash set (If they got reinked to have silver numbers, that would be just perfect)

Joseph:

Metallic Dice Games, Royal Sunset set (it has his P3 color palette with wisps of color, looking like Hermit Purple! It’s the perfect set!!)

Black Oak Workshop, Dracolich set (looks like old bone in a way, making me think about how Joseph’s older than the others)

T&G Dice, Pinwheel Galaxy set (this is a callback to P2, with Kars being thrown into LITERAL SPACE. Good times.)

And lastly, Dio:

Lucky Hand Dice, Deep Space set (the shimmer makes me think about a nice, velvety carpet)

Chessex, Red Nebula set (looks like wisps of blood in water)

Little Dragon Corp, Garnet Nebula set (such a deep red, again makes me think about blood)

HDDice, Vampire set (can you really blame me? It literally has VAMPIRE as the name XD I also personally own this set, although with a different name)

Lucky Hand Dice, Sunbeam Gold set (Callback to The World, with the pretty gold)

Well, that’s it! I don’t know why I made this list, but it was fun and I can show off my actual obsession with dice XD Might make one with Johna, Rowena, and Addilynn later ^^

#i might reblog with links of the sets from tumblr user battlecrazed-axe-mage #that's where i got all of the images #also like #go follow her #her dice collection is beautiful #dice #headcanon #jojo's bizarre adventure #jotaro kujo #noriaki kakyoin #muhammad avdol #jean pierre polnareff #joseph joestar #dio brando #cram it Ak

[helga-leakadia]

WIP Tag

I love games! Thanks @orangeismorethanacolour for the tag!

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you / interests you and I’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it!

Outrunning Destiny

Devil's Pawns

Pie in the Sky Summit

Written in Stars

The Road to Here

Beyond the Freeze

Haunted

I Once Was Claire

Wayward Sons

Untitled Axeman Project

Fire Forged

Insert Cool Feminist Title Here

All We Know

Everything I’d Go to Hell For

Hermit

Snapshots

Stories Passed Down

Triage

I um...I think I have too many WIPs

Hoping @writeblrfantasy @pianistwriter80 @anilahsarchangel and whoever is reading this right now wants to play

#ask game #tag game #writeblr #my writing

[octoberland]

Happy Star Wars Day

It’s a little late, I know, but I’ve had a long day. I wanted to post a little present in honor of May 4th. I’ve been working on a Reylo fic. A serious one. It’s not done yet and I can’t promise when it will be done. I wish I had all kinds of free time right now but I’m one of those anomalous people that’s actually BUSIER now than I was before the pandemic. But I didn’t want to keep sitting on this and given everything that’s going on I thought it would be fun to post some of what I’ve written. 

This one ignores RoS entirely. It’s a direct sequel to TLJ. I don’t usually write science fiction so this is a challenge. Hopefully I can do it justice. I’m not posting this on AO3 yet so this is a Tumblr exclusive.  Please do not post anywhere else and credit if you share. Do we still need to say no copyright infringement intended? I feel like that’s gone out of fashion. 

Anyway, enjoy. Let me know if it’s something you’d want to read more of. I can promise you this, Ben won’t die.

Untitled Reylo fic

She found him on N'Adoon. It was a planet deep in the Outer Rim, as unforgiving as it was beautiful. Its climate was one of extremes. Freezing nights led to sweltering days. Torrential downpours would come only after months of drought. The winds could lift a Bantha clear off the ground, if one were unfortunate enough to find itself there. Little grew here, and even less survived.

Like the chaos of its climate, its politics were also often at odds. Decades ago, the Empire had tried to claim it as part of their plan to herd the Rebellion inward and away from the Unknown Regions. But they learned quickly that the elements were too harsh, even for them. So they left, and N'Adoon became nothing more than an entry in a log about an inhospitable and uninhabitable planet not worth the efforts of the Empire.

Since that time others had tried to claim it as their own. Explorers, slavers, even one creature who fancied itself the Maker. All perished; either by nature or by the hand of another. Ruled by none, it had become home to criminals and smugglers on both sides of the war. Spies, assassins, traitors, all found themselves here at some point. None stayed for long. None wanted to.  

She would have missed him, if not for their bond. It pulled at her and she followed it the way she used to follow tracks in the sand on Jakku. He was good at trying to hide. He would pluck her strings this way and that, sending her on wild chases through the galaxy. But she was better. She'd accepted that this would be a long game and that acceptance gave her clarity. So, when that pulse inside of her said to head away from the Rim she ignored it and went deeper in. He was throwing stones, she had realized. Misdirecting her. And she was done falling for it.

The rains had come by the time she arrived. She'd missed the Great Rise that accompanied them though she'd heard tell of it. Whole settlements would detach from the ground and float upon the water. They would stay like that, adrift, through all the weeks of flooding, until the droughts once again brought them to their dusty roots.

She knew she wouldn’t find him in the townships. He would not be among people, sharing drinks and meals and gambling for trade. He would be alone somewhere, because that was who he was. Or at least, who he believed himself to be. Instead, she searched the mountains. It was treacherous, tedious work. The rains soaked her to her bones and more than once she had skidded down the side of a slippery outcropping. Her body became bruised and battered and she questioned why she was even trying at all. But then, she would rest, and echoes of their bond would slip along her skin while she slept. Sometimes, she would dream. She would wake screaming, determination born anew.

Weeks passed and his silence spoke volumes. She was close. She knew it.

She found that, after the rains had ended, there was a brief and beautiful moment of bounty on this strange planet. Life sprang forth, green and vibrant and it perfumed the air around her. She felt it when she sat in stillness and closed her eyes. She felt tendrils reaching up from deep within the earth. She sensed the unfurling of tiny leaves on trees in a valley below. She could feel the patter of little feet, many of them, climbing out of burrows high in the mountains. It created a rhythm in her mind, a sort of tumbling thicket of sound not unlike the lapping of waves back on Ahch-To.

Scritch, woosh, thump, scritch, woosh, thump, thump, thump…

Rey's eyes opened. The sound remained though she felt it more than heard it. She stood, and nearly stumbled as she did so. She looked around, eyes wide and searching. She gathered her things quickly and scaled the next ridge clumsily. Her feet slipped in her haste and the misstep sent stones clattering down the side of the mountain. When she finally managed to right herself and clear the top her breath caught in her throat.

He was there. Tall and lean and worn. His dark hair was nearly double in length and stubble shadowed his jaw.

"You shouldn't have come," he said.

He turned from her and walked away, a small creature dangling limply from one of his large hands.

Rey followed, her steps quick and her mind churning. She’d expected a fight, maybe even a New Order hidden in these mountains. But not this. Not this disheveled man living on scraps of meat.

They approached a small campsite nestled against the remnants of a ship. Not his, she noted. Something old and rusted and nearly embedded in the side of an outcropping. Kylo sat on a cushion she assumed he’d pulled from the wreckage and began to dress his meager kill.

Anger brewed in Rey. She’d come all this way. Left her friends behind. And for what? For this broken man living like a hermit? Her saber sparked to life.

“Get up,” she said.

Kylo glanced at her and the corners of his mouth ticked up.

“You haven’t changed,” he said. He continued to skin his dinner, hands bloody and calloused.

“I’m taking you back.” Rey put one foot forward, readying herself in her fighting stance. “You need to pay for what you did.” she continued.

Kylo let out a deep sigh. He tossed the small animal to the ground and stood to his full height.

“Look around,” he said. His arms spread wide displaying his surroundings. “I am paying.”

“You know what I mean.” Hot tears pricked the corners of her eyes.

“Rey.” Kylo took a step towards her and she parried back on instinct.

Kylo retreated. “I’m not going to fight you. And I’m not going anywhere.”

He picked up his meal, brushed it off, and headed inside the broken down ship he called home.

***

Elsewhere in the galaxy….

The child picked through heaps of garbage. Their feet were dirty and their stomach grumbled. Momma was hungry too, they knew. And sometimes scraps could be found here, deep beneath the waste of the warmongers. Meal packets, ready to eat, unable to be scented by the mongrels that roamed these hills.

The sky above was gray and the air smelled metallic. They would have to head back soon. A storm was coming. They kicked at some scrap metal and a Lir rat burst from underneath and ran. The child knew that was a sign. Where there were rats, there was food. They dug at the pile of debris, tossing aside tubing, circuitry, and even part of what looked to have been a droid. Underneath, there was some netting, possibly from a camp.

The child pulled back the netting to reveal a door, dented and open just enough for them to slip through. They ignited the small light stick they carried with them and squeezed inside.

It was a ship, buried nose first in the earth, its front windows smashed and dirt filling the cavernous space. They could just make out what looked like one armored leg sticking out from the debris. Long dead consoles lined one wall, their indicator lights dark and silent.

The child felt wonder. They’d never been in a ship before. Only seen them in the sky above. They immediately approached the console and began to hit buttons, imitating the sounds they thought they would make.

Beep, boop, beep...

Whoosh.

A door slid open and a body tumbled out, startling the child. It looked like one of the white warriors except its armor was different, darker and shinier. The child knew it was dead. They had seen enough dead bodies in their short life to know. In the distance thunder rumbled. They didn’t have much time.

The child stepped over the armored corpse and deeper into the lifeless ship. Matte paneling lined the walls. They observed a smashed console next to the door, presumably the one that controlled it. There was evidence of laser blasts too, as though someone had desperately tried to escape this corridor.

The air here was stale and everything was pin drop quiet. Dust motes danced in the light from their stick. Further back there were more bodies, one piled on top of the other. The child could make out a stretch of skin beneath one askew helmet. It looked shriveled and withered and made the child shudder.

The child felt a sudden and overwhelming need to be with their mother. They turned, ready to go home and spend another night hungry.

It was then that another door opened, just to the left of the child.

Inside was a single object perched on a pedestal. A mask. And it seemed to the child that all of their prayers had been answered. For surely something deserving of a pedestal must be worth quite a lot.

Their family would not go hungry after all.

***

Back on N’Adoon

Rey was dreaming. In her dream she was walking. She didn’t recognize the planet she was on. It was devoid of life as far as she could see. She reached out with the Force, searching for something, anything, but all she felt in return was a vast nothingness.

The atmosphere glowed red, blocking any view of the stars above that might have told her where she was. This was worse than Jakku, she thought. Here she felt cut off entirely, her Force sensitivity useless amidst all this decay.

She walked on. She walked through canyons and up hillsides. Red, dry earth cracked beneath her feet with each step she took. There were no forests like on Takodana. No settlements like on Jakku. No oceans like on Ahch-To. There was no evidence that life had ever existed here at all.

Rey was thirsty. The dry air made her throat burn. Her skin itched and she scratched mindlessly at her arm. She paused her fruitless wandering and reached for her canteen, looking down to unscrew the cap.

She gasped and dropped the canteen.

She held her hands out before her, disbelieving of what she was seeing.

Withered skin, shriveling as she watched, wrinkled and gray. And then pain. Pain like she’d never felt, as though her very life were draining from her body. She began to unravel her arm wraps to see how far it spread.

That’s when she began to scream.

***

“Rey. Rey!”

Kylo was holding her by her arms and shaking her.

“Get off me!” She scurried back against the ship’s hull in the little corner she’d claimed. She hadn’t meant to fall asleep but she’d been so bone tired from her journey.

Kylo released her but he hovered near her, watching her intently.

“I’m okay,” she muttered, straightening herself.

“You didn’t sound okay.”

He looked at her with such genuine concern that Rey flushed.

“You smell,” she said, distracting herself.

One corner of his mouth ticked upward, an almost smile. He stood.

“So do you.” He turned and retreated to his corner of the ship.

Rey’s brow furrowed. “I do not.” Her voice was indignant but when he turned she lifted her shirt and inhaled.

“What you were dreaming?” he asked as he settled back into his corner of the ship.

Rey didn’t look at him. She reached for her canteen and then recoiled, the memory of what she’d dreamt snapping her back. She sighed and looked towards the door. It was still dark out, but only just.

“Don’t you know?” Her face hardened as she recalled when they’d first met, the way he’d reached into her mind seeking out information.

“No,” he replied, barely a whisper.

Rey stole a glance. He was sitting, eyes cast down, shame etched across his grimy face.

Rey’s frustration bubbled up and she stood. “I don’t believe you!” she shouted. “I don’t believe this act! You’re up to something. You’re always up to something.”

She strode towards him, determined.

“What is it?” she demanded. “What are you planning?” She reached for her saber but Kylo pulled her down and stayed her hand.

“You want to know?” he asked. “You really want to know?” Kylo took a deep breath. 

“I’ll show you.”

#star wars #reylo #fanfiction #maythe4thbewithyou

[libidomechanica]

Untitled Composition # 8650

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her lawny films I see as certain. would be  more philosophy? Oh look at your joys: but spends 

so much, you do the Parliament and gibber  all? Window, and what thou toldst mine eyes; for,  doing most, there can shows that land: the  secret bowers, bind my bride went forth again  as in a cave she still be back to  the power to kindle or  restrain. Or the publics voice, felt the  clay that his woe. Prince Hamlet, nor white  and sitting, in chief place where everyone else  shall be sport of the way by now just  from the started on his Christian,  Baring. They bowd and lived, as did  the young, enjoying all the  swine were Haidees isle and we are we, one 

voices have a vision rests some plan at 

present theme for each of both.  And you go then, in fog, in a mighty  Being is my father, and make, of a 

coterie. On the days and praise: a 

hermit wouldst thou think it is the trophy  used, and mine: a real spirit reels.  Have  to set it not of the Records 

Ravennas carnage on its way.

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 7 #163 texts

[all-good-things-dot-dot-dot]

All Good Things… As Yet Untitled...

#Blog #Bloggerstribe #AllGoodThings…

13th June 2020

Hello, Chaps and Chapettes,

Over the course of doing these blogs, I’ve mostly discussed what has been on my head during that day or at the time of writing them. There’s plenty I could talk about today based on what I’ve been experiencing, I’ll give you a quick rundown;

I took part in a planned roleplaying game (like Dungeons and Dragons but with apocalypse ponies) on Second Life this morning. That lasted for four-five hours and was hilarious fun, after Lunch l moved my room around and put up some hooks on the doors so now my dressing gowns have a place to hang up, not laze around on the floor or a chair. While doing this, I logged onto Discord and talked with friends I hadn’t spoken to since February. Next was a fun family (on dad’s side) quiz which was the one I’ve performed strongest in so far, thirteen-fourteen questions right out of twenty! Finally, a nice twilight walk a chippy supper and touched up the mohawk I gave myself for charity (please see the link below).

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e0U6Zg3UHXY&t=262s

Plenty to talk about from a busy productive day, yet it could have been different. I only found out early this morning, while signing on to play the RPG which I’d agreed to do a few weeks before, that there was a social-distancing party taking place for a family member from the other side of my family. If you were wondering why I said dad’s side earlier, now you know. The problem with this is that I haven’t seen that part of the family forever and would have quite liked to, but finding out at that point in my day just wouldn’t have worked for me.

There were already plans in place that I’d agreed to and was looking forward to. I wasn’t going to change those for a last-minute offer. You can probably all agree with that. Yet, if I had been free, would I still have gone? Personally, this time I might have made the effort as my ideals and resolves have changed with the effects of the coronavirus. I currently see what it is to value the people around you. However, if I had, it would have also been dipping of the toe into the water to see if the change was only on my part.

It’s not something I want to rant about, simply discuss, however before lockdown I was feeling pretty jaded with this part of my family. While I am something of a hermit, I also do not want anybody to feel like I have done them wrong and would rather have the chance to make some sort of amends. Instead, I feel like I’m not a member of the family to that side, I simply don’t exist. Birthday wishes on messages had sometimes been ignored, some of my birthdays had gone without any well wishes in return and when I do go to meetups there have been times when I’ve felt like I may as well have smeared myself in manure.

However, it could be that this is my overactive mind taking over. A mere indifference or a simple message or expression can be lost in translation for my brain, turning into suggests that I’ve annoyed that person, or that they don’t want me around, or worse. I don’t know if everybody gets that or if it is just me but sometimes I shut up, seal up or hide away in my own flat because I assume that I am not liked. Even on the format of the internet where I can be more comfortable, I still get pangs of this.

So, what can I offer you here? What can I give that is the big take away from this? If anything, it can be that if you have ever felt this way, then you are not alone. You now know at least one other person who has felt the same and if you need to reach out and get a message of positivity back then you know where to come. The next thing I can add is that sometimes you do need your personal space and you do need to do the things that others do not understand, but that is important to you. They will accept that if they are true friends and family and if they do not, then accept them but do not pander to them. Some friends as true to me as family taught me that.

Lastly, don’t let their feelings, should they truly feel the way you think they feel, stop you from seeking out the people right for you. There will always be people you cannot please and if you are someone who needs that acknowledgment, it can be hard, but have faith in yourself. There are always people out there who can accept and befriend you for who you are, so do not stop looking. Let those who cast stones at you alone and let those who heal your bruises stay, and if you have to bend over backward for someone, let it be because you wanted to, not because you felt obliged to.  

Stay safe, stay happy.    

All good things, Love, Scaramouche. X

#blog #bloggertribe #family

[missmichellebelle]

lol Seri @kiaronna L I T E R A L L Y just tagged me to... chat about my WIPs? I guess. for the sake of brevity, I’ll only talk about my YOI WIPs otherwise this could get quite... long.

published fics

A Heart of Paper Cranes [ 20.2k :: 3/42 chapters ]

In Japan, there is an ancient legend that promises a wish to anyone who folds a thousand paper cranes. Yuuri has given Victor twenty-three. It seems a shame to stop now.

And Once Upon a Song [ 12.4k :: 2/? chapters ]

A popular high school ice hockey star and a shy, academically gifted transfer student discover they share a secret passion for singing. When they end up accidentally auditioning for the lead roles in the school musical, it threatens East High's rigid social order and sends their peers into an uproar.  What team? Wildcats! Get your head in the game!

unpublished fics

We’re After the Same Rainbows [ 14 planned chapters ] - set in my camp rosewood universe, this fic will be a series of snapshots covering eight summers, starting with when Yuuri and Victor meet. each chapter is themed by a color (actually going to start posting this one this week o: gasp).

Under a Pastel Sky [ idk how long this’ll be lol. longfic ] - college coffee shop au! pastel!barista!Yuuri and pining Victor, naturally. the story of how one boy spills soda on another boy, becomes lowkey obsessed with that boy, stalks him to where he works, starts frequenting that place, and then eventually gets a job there.

To Only Kiss Gold [ this fic is seriously fully outlined and I still have no idea how long it’ll be lol another longfic ] - fairytale style fic where Yuuri is a weary traveler on a quest to save his village from a magical illness, and Victor is the lonely hermit who comes along on the journey while battling his own curse—that everything he touches turns to gold.

Cold Hands Reaching For Mine [ YET ANOTHER LONG FIC LOL ] - if you read my cold hands oneshot, this is the full version of that. Victor is an insomniatic writer who frequents a 24-hour diner, mostly because he’s a little bit in love with the overnight waiter, Yuuri. his mostly routine life takes a turn for the interesting as a serial killer appears in his normally quiet neighborhood, and Victor decides that—as a mystery/thriller novelist—he is the most qualified person to catch the murderer. but sometimes it’s best not to stick your nose where it doesn’t belong.

Untiled Seungchuchu Thing #1 [ oneshot! ] - Seung-Gil doesn’t understand why Yuuri’s annoying friend Phichit keeps bothering him in the library. and why the books he cheeks out are escalating from weird to straight-out ridiculous.

Untitled Seungchuchu Thing #2 [ another oneshot hurray ] - Kiki’s Delivery Service AU eeeeeey! <3

VlogBoyfriends [ a verse gasp ] - Seungchuchu fic where Phichit is a well-known YouTuber and Seung-Gil decides to become a YouTuber to impress Phichit lol.

the scariest adventure [ oneshot ] - Disneyland AU, Victuuri. little thing where Victor is a cast member that hits on Yuuri while he’s visiting the park.

....is that it? *checks documents* I can’t find anymore that I actually plan on finishing at some point, so I guess that’s it lol.

I like how all of my unpublished ones are longfics because I hate myself. OTL and I apparently never want you guys to read anything. 8D;

(I’m not going to tag anyone because I’m lazy and I suck sorry D; if you want to do it though like, do it. and tag me. and fun things. <3)

#fic wip meme #*thinks of all the other ideas that i have* #*thinks of all the docs i have open that aren't yoi fic* #*thinks of how i should be writing instead of watching youtube* #thanks for tagging me seri <3

[puppetmaster13u]

Untitled Goose Hermit Game 

#hermitcraft #hermitcraft au #untitled goose game #untitled hermit game #goose hermits #BDoubleO100 #bdouble0 #hermitcraft bdubs #bdubs #cubfan135 #cubfan #hermitcraft cubfan #cub #hermitcraft doc #docm77 #docm #doc #hermitcraft etho #ethoslab #etho #hermitcraft false #falsesymmetry #false symmetry #geminitay #hermitcraft gem #gem #goodtimeswithscar #good times with scar #hermitcraft scar #badtimeswithscar