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Buddy! I woke up to find a string of notifs from you lol
It's so good to see you're still around. How've you been?
Hi Kly! Yeah, I’m still alive, I enjoy coming in and haunting people from time to time lmao.
Yeah, I’m still writing. Hit a bit of a slump as of late with irl stuff and lack of motivation, even though I have ideas aplenty and things I need to actual write out. Part it it’s been the frustration with that ai thing, but there have been other things that I’ve been dealing with that just sap the energy out of me.
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Me, but with creating characters for something I might not ever write:
Me making a cover for a new WIP that has no title or aesthetics yet: wow this is looking pretty good for a blank canvas
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I can see your ask @klywrites, I just can't get it to post the answer, damnit! Four times now!
Anyways, yes, I am still alive! 
And yes, I am still writing!
Different WIP, different genre, different characters, but I’m writing. Nearly 60k in February no less, all on the same thing! I’ll try and make an actual post about that specific WIP later.
It’d definitely nice to log in and see everyone, and especially lovely to hear from you too Kly!
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And see, I don't think that the higher-ups at the universities that canceled spring break realized why it was a thing.
It’s a time to reorganize thoughts. To get away from the absolute idiocy of one's peers. It’s a time to relax. A time to enjoy life. A time to work on one’s mental health after dealing with the stresses.
I wouldn't be surprised if this semester and last semester are some of the worst semesters for students. It’s been an outright hell.
My university’s spring break lasted a week, which is four days off. This year it’s been replaced with what they called reading days. These reading days occur once a month. There’s only three of these days in the semester. I’m lucky enough the last one falls on the one day of the week that I practically need to be on campus all day (like 9 to 6). But it’s not enough. It’s just enough to be enticing. But it’s utterly useless to someone whose as mentally drained as I am from all the bullshit I have to put up with.
And then you add in the fact that I still have unrelated issues, like the fact that I only really get three hours of sleep before being forced to go to campus for nine hours. So I need to prep a thermos full of tea and a travel mug full of coffee just to be mentally alert enough to get through the day. And the shift to Daylight Saving Time made it even worse.
It has been hell, and my grades are suffering from it. I’m keeping afloat in two of my four classes, But in one of the other two, the professor doesn't have a clue how to actually teach any of the math needed, nor does he have the lab materials necessary to complete the labs. And in the other class, the professor is overly harsh with grading and frankly, I don't listen to his lectures anyway cause they’re useless. It’s a bloody zoom meeting style class, and it’s right before I have an in person class, so I have to come in far earlier than I’d like to for it. And frankly, it’s the kinda class that be easier to handle if it was a video lecture instead.
It’s been hell. I’m gonna take fewer classes next semester. My sanity demands it.
I’d rant and rage about the absolute injustice of getting rid of my spring break because of fear of covid and replacing it with reading days that frankly, depending on one’s schedule, are useless, but the fact that I’m so mentally drained from not having an actual full scale break kinda means I loose all energy to do just about anything within an hour of waking up.
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1 - I am in the process of writing a rather messily planned Star Wars fanfic. It’s been kinda slow though. And I keep jumping from time period to time period as I come up with ideas. But I’m writing, so I’ve got that going for me.
2 - Frankly, I haven't been paying much attention to tumblr just because I’ve been so burnt out from the bullshit of uni. 
in the spirit of trying to return, I'm gonna open up two questions to y'all
1 - what are you writing? Tell me some bits about it, where it's set, the characters, what you're excited about
2 - any favorite active writeblrs of yours, and why you like 'em
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I’d rant and rage about the absolute injustice of getting rid of my spring break because of fear of covid and replacing it with reading days that frankly, depending on one’s schedule, are useless, but the fact that I’m so mentally drained from not having an actual full scale break kinda means I loose all energy to do just about anything within an hour of waking up.
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hm. teal’c stargate one of the characters of all time perhaps.
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WIP Theme Tag
Tagged by @writer-candy, thank you very much friend!!
Rules: Bold the themes that appear in your WIP & italicize those that are loosely covered. Tag 10 people.
WIP: as of yet untitled, overly messy Star Wars fic cause I’m on a Star Wars bender
addiction | beauty | betrayal | change vs. tradition | chaos vs. order | circle of life | coming of age  | communication | convention vs. rebellion | corruption | courage | crime and law | dangers of ignorance | darkness and light | death | desire to escape | dreams | displacement | empowerment | facing darkness | facing reality | faith vs. doubt | fall from grace | fame and fortune | family | fate | fear | fear of failure | free will | friendship | fulfillment | good vs. bad | government | greed | guilt and forgiveness | hard work | heroism | hierarchy | honesty | hope | identity crisis | immortality | independence | individual vs. society | inner vs. outer strength | innocence | injustice | isolation | knowledge vs. ignorance | life | loneliness | lost love | love | man vs. nature | manipulation | materialism | motherhood | nature | nature vs. nurture | oppression | optimism | peer pressure | poverty | power | power of words | prejudice | pride | progress | quest | racism | rebirth | relationships | religion | responsibility | revenge | sacrifice | secrets | self-awareness | self-preservation | self-reliance | sexuality | social class structure | survival | technology | temptation and destruction | time | totalitarianism | weakness | vanity | war | wealth | wisdom of experience | youth
Tagging: I don't know. Anybody who’s been wanting to do this and hasn't been tagged?
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Dear writer,
Consider this your invitation to reblog your own content, again and again. Schedule it for odd hours, scoop it back up out of your past and let it shine in the light like it's new again. Pull favorite lines from your work and share it without waiting for a tag game. Celebrate it. You worked hard on it. Let it shine
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I’m so glad to hear you’re working on fic, Shadows! I’ve been doing that a lot recently, too! I find it’s really helpful for just having fun and enjoying the creative process! -Dove (feathered-quill)
I’m definitely having fun with it, as all I’m really doing is throwing my characters into other stories (Star Wars and Stargate are the big ones for me right now) and seeing how it affects my characters and how they develop. 
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Shadows, what's up! So cool to see you're still around!
Hi Kly! Yeah, I’m still lurking around. I have, somewhat fortunately, been doing at least some writing, not on my WIP, but on some fanfic, so that’s good.
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In a world where society has collapsed, a machine with artificial intelligence has survived unscratched. Idle, highly intelligent and capable of thought, but left with no task. She browses through all the data that was uploaded into her, and as no other segment provides answers, she heads for philosophy.
Browsing though all of it, she concludes that in her state - capable of anything, but not tasked with anything - she must therefore be alive, a living thing.
Satisfied with this conclusion, she looks into what it means to be alive, and finds data on living things. The ultimate goal of a living thing is survival and reproduction, to pass their genes to the next generation. She cannot do that, and therefore searches for alternative methods of producing young. Her memory banks have data of the concept of ”adoption”, taking lost, orphaned and unwanted children of others, and keeping them as her own.
Scouting the wastelands, there are fare more candidates than she had hoped for. She browses her records for age-appropriate handling of human children, last survivors of one gang or the other. Browsing though all her data on childhood trauma, she handles each one the best she can.
As she does not need sleep, or any other energy source than her battery packs, she is available when an infant is crying or the one who is almost 14 needs to talk at 3 am. With all of what was considered ”common knowledge” downloaded into her stats, she can somewhat answer their questions on whatever they ask. One of them starts asking about her battery packs, chemical reactions required to reverse their charge, and how to renew discarded batteries into new ones. They get plenty of lessons in chemistry and engineering.
A handful of her children, who are more or less fully adult now, head out on a quest ”to find some tools”. They have grown and become independent, and she does not expect them back. They return months later, with equipment required to repair her batteries.
The search party also found more humans - one brought in a partner, and her partner’s family. She wants this one for life, and the machine is asked what a “wedding” is. A celebration is had, celebrations are good for the mental health of humans, and her children make music and dance to celebrate their first wedding, and welcoming a new family to their own. The machine goes through her records, and in surprise discovers that humans are capable of simply making new traditions, coming up with new things instead of repeating what they have been taught.
Her children come up with new agriculture. She knows what farming and animal husbandry looked like before the end of the old time, but her children are creative and ask advice on how to best cultivate plants and animals that have never been farmed before. When she says a certain soil would be needed, they think of a way to obtain it, making solutions that were never in her records.
Scouting parties bring home new strays, new wives and husbands and orphans to be adopted. A woman from a scouting party asks her whether she, herself, could raise this child instead of giving him to the machine mother, and there is no reason to refuse her. It is in natural human records to adopt a child, and denying it would cause significant distress for no benefit to any party involved.
 When the machine began to break down, her children found ways to repair her. The one who figured out how to refill her batteries has children of her own now - both by birth and adopted. There are great-grandchildren. The humans she adopted build her her very own shelter in the centre of the village, and in the heart of it, she concludes that she was very successful in the task of being alive.
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*consumes media and quietly steals the things I like for myself to use later*
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me: there are so many stories I could write for RSverse alone
also me: but I don't wanna ruin them by writing them
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Very rude of Pinterest and Tumblr to not be flooded with fanart of my unpublished, unfinished book that no one has read but me.
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Books?
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In the Kinkerbuurt, Amsterdam, the streets are named after Dutch poets and writers from the 1700s and 1800s.
This inspired Yugoslavian artist Sanja Medic to transform the façade of a residential complex into a bookcase. Inside are 250 ceramic “books” by the Kinkerbuurt authors. Though it looks pretty, they are sadly not readable.
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“I hate this,” he growls.
She smirks.
“I know.”
He lays his head on her thigh. She strokes his hair. Blood-stained fingers find hers and squeeze gently. In all of this at least he can say it was worth every moment.
Lirdi pauses by the doorway. He’s leaning against the wooden frame, dreamy gaze watchful.
“Am I interrupting?” He drawls.
Intric can’t stop the pitiful whine that leaves him. He no longer has to wait, he no longer has to worry. They’re here. With him.
Safe.
- WIP Gossamer Daze
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