cornfield: The only plant or tree is corn. The only resource is corn. The corn is 2 and a half blocks high and you can walk freely through it but you can’t see anything without jumping above the corn. You can collect corn, which becomes popcorn when cooked. terrible things spawn in there
meat: the ground is made of meat blocks, which can be broken to get raw meat and which make a squelching noise when you walk on them. like the badlands biome, the meat is in strata that lie over top of each other: mutton, beef, salmon, chicken, pork, cod. It is cooked in areas where it contacts lava, and there are random patches of rotting flesh that spawn maggots. there are bone blocks where stone would begin in other biomes.
kudzu forest: a variant of normal forest where everything in sight is covered by kudzu. You can clear it but there’s nothing to do with it but plant it again. It grows faster than anything else in the game. It will cover your house. It will cover your crops and kill them. It will cover your bed and suffocate you while you sleep. There is no escape. TNT and fire both temporarily kill it, but only temporarily.
Chernobyl: there’s probably cool loot somewhere, and you can see villages in the distance, but you’ll never find them because you can’t go 50 blocks into this biome without taking radiation damage and dying. Anything you collect in this biome is so radioactive you can’t carry it in your inventory without it killing you.
Walmart: a (nearly) empty Walmart. the fluorescent lights glow in the day, and switch abruptly off at night. There’s sometimes cool loot and all sorts of food. something horrible lives here...
the North Pole: just a bunch of ice. He spawns exclusively here. he knows your sins. he sees you when you’re sleeping. He knows when you’re awake. He sees all. He knows what you have done. There is no escape.
hot springs: it’s just the plains but the water kills you when you touch it
trailer park: actually just variants on normal biomes where the villages are replaced with trailer parks.
candy cane forest: self explanatory. You can eat the trees but you take diabetes damage.
Endor: Iike giant tree taiga but there are Ewoks
southern gothic: a forest biome but the colors are washed out, pale girls in dark dresses wander about, and abandoned churches spawn
Apparently I should suck at writing fiction. I hope I don’t.
Someone asked me for advice on writing as an INTP and frankly, I have no clue what I’m doing right or wrong most of the time so my advice is iffy at best. But I got to thinking about it, as INTPs often do, and I realized there are some definite drawbacks to writing with this personality type.
Perpetual perfectionists
It’s not that I think I can actually write something perfectly. I can’t. But I sure as hell will try. And what happens if I don’t write as well as I’d like to? Well, I often scrap whole chapters because of this. I also often find myself stuck because I’m not happy with the direction the story is taking, and this leads to me being a super slow writer.
So how do I deal with this? I try to not give a fuck. But I do. And that’s because …
We overthink everything
I can’t help it because I overthink stuff all the time and not just with writing. Just posting new stuff gives me anxiety because what if it sucks? But I get over it, and I post stuff, and mostly I follow my gut and stop when I come up with something not completely terrible. Best thing to do is to step back and remind myself that it’s just a first draft and I can fix and add stuff later. And I will add more because …
Simple stories are how I get things done
INTP writers like complex plots and themes, which is why I love reading stuff with twists and complex characters. It’s also why my more complex stories will take me years to write. We’re great at thinking up all these complicated plots, but getting them written is a whole other thing. Mostly it’s because we’re real fussy with how we write things and getting it right the first time around.
All the books I’ve finished are simple stories that center on the characters. See, people are complex and they can grow and change and entertain me even if I’m not writing this super elaborate plot. So I keep things simple to get things done.
That’s simpler said than done when …
Your mind keeps wandering
I’m always thinking. It’s exhausting and annoying because they’re not always thoughts about things I want to think about (and this doesn’t mean I’m smarter, it just means my brain is more hyper than a five year old on a sugar rush). This means I’ll be writing a story and a brand new idea for said story—or even for a whole different one—will pop into my head. At that point I know I’m screwed.
If it’s an idea for that story, I might end up scrapping a whole chapter or a whole version of the story to fit in the new changes. It’s why most of my stories have at least two versions. If it’s a new story idea then I have to work on that right away while I have the inspiration for it. Also, I probably just lost my inspiration for my current project. Fun!
But sometimes it gets worse. Sometimes I can’t focus on a single thing unless …
All conditions are perfect
I’m talking about writing conditions, like where I write, what I have around me, what music I listen to, etc. Most of the time I won’t get much done unless I have some music to block out everything (and everyone) out because otherwise my mind will wander. Like I said, I think a lot, despite what my brother may say. But my mind is a mess and thinking about what happens next in my story might get pushed back in favor of wondering how long a chinchilla lives because I just remembered that word and now I want a chinchilla, but I don’t know how to care for one so now I must google it to find the right conditions for it so I end up looking up information about the Andes mountains even though I know I won’t ever own a chinchilla and even if I did I wouldn’t need to know where they come from and suddenly I’m on youtube watching videos about them and daydreaming about having one, but maybe a cat would be easier to look after so now I’m looking up cat breeds and life expectancy and which kitty litter is the right one.
And that is what it’s like in my mind all the time.
But I don’t mind because …
There’s also good news!
INTPs can often look at things from differing sides, which makes it so much easier to write from different characters’ points of view. We have conversations in our heads all the time and it’s usually because we’re anxious wrecks that need to have a plan. But it helps!
We’re also supposed to be great at the technical aspects of writing. I can vouch for this because I rarely think about the grammatical aspect of things, it’s all instinctual, like that comma I just added. No, that doesn’t mean all my grammar is right all the time. It just means it’s easier for me like how my mom finds it easier to drive in reverse for some weird and useless reason. Only this is actually helpful!
We also happen to find research fun. Which is good because if you’re writing some complex crime story you might need to look up forensic procedures when examining crime scenes, or how many decibels is the sound of a gun according to the model you’re using in the story and while you’re at it which model are you using and why is it the best option, and what about the blood spatter pattern? But that’s all actually more fun than it sounds and there’s a reason writers know so much useless stuff.
So maybe we’re not naturals at writing fiction, but that’s okay because we can work at it. We just have to figure out what works for us. In the end it does help a bit to know about your personality type, but we’re all different even if we fit in the same type of personality, so maybe you don’t think the same way and maybe you don’t have the same issues as other people with the same type. It’s still important to think about the things we struggle with and try to figure out why we struggle with those things and how we can fix them.
Personally, I’m a socially awkward, anxious mess with a hyper active mind and a perfectionist streak who loves to procrastinate. By all rights I shouldn’t have completed so much as a short story. But somehow, I make it work.
Question || What is a dead giveaway that someone is xNTP?
They leave conversations. They won’t necessarily walk away, but they leave.
They might write rapidly or gaze off or mutter to themselves. They are detached from whatever is happening. Anytime you want to, the best reality is all in your head.
Their mind will light up, like a brainstorming done alone, neutrons firing, leaping, portal jumping, and the beauty of thought will become realized.
Sometimes others will notice this explosive mind attack and foolishly ask what the NTP is thinking. More often though, it simply passes like a supersonic mayfly.
Then their eyes will refocus. Someone will try to get their attention or some problem will come up, and that beautiful thought will be filed away for later.
1920: lace gloves, diamond chandeliers, dry cocktails, curtains blowing in the wind, heartbreak, cigarettes, swollen lips, silver feathers, pearls on the floor
1950: bubblegum, sewing kits, red lipstick, kissing at the drive-in, static on tv, coca-cola, diner booths, whispering secrets, always sad, strawberry milkshakes
1960: cat-eyes, pink bikinis, type writers, rock music, heart-shaped sunglasses, cheeseburgers, florescent lights, leather sofas, anti-government
1970: roller-skates, acceptance, suede, roses, picking daises, at war, and angry, falling asleep, lip gloss, reading in the grass, bad music, burning candles
1980: neon lights, smudged mascara, corded phones, stepping on a lego, butterfly tattoo, star wars, loud arcades, riding your bike with friends, ponytail
1990: silver sneakers, patches on your backpack, young love, denim jackets, cartoons and comics, too close to death, swimming pools, mixtapes, black
2000: babydoll pink, soft-serve ice cream, sunglasses, the smell of chemicals, crushed velvet, sports, cell phones, wild highlights, teenage rebellion
2010: nostaligia, frosted donuts, glitter, sadness, big scarves, coffee, stickers, watering your plants, tangled headphones, bullet journals, greasy pizza
Greys: black hoodies and skinny jeans, long walks through the suburbs at night, names carved into picnic tables, X-files posters and gifted mix-tapes, gravel scraped knees, the moon behind power lines behind tree branches, black holes, hunger for truth, Kurt Vonnegut paperbacks, computer-screens glowing into disheveled bedrooms.
Flatwoods Monster: crocheted quilts and creature features, summer nights full of otherworldly cicada-song, vinyl records, evening through a window screen, fireflies in mason jars, comic book pages blowing in pre-storm winds, red embroidery thread, valuing truth and justice above looking cool, knowing the names of constellations.
Hovering Orbs of Light: city skylines reflected in water, hasty charcoal landscapes torn out of sketchbooks, posters of nebulas, polaroid photography, stubs of train tickets, Steven Spielberg scripts, impressionist nocturnes, labradorescence, just wants to go hang out at the aquarium, big dreams, strong opinions about YA novels.
Little Green Men: fidgety, spams their friends with memes, unicorn-pattern everything, wants to go on a road trip, patches on backpacks, round iridescent sunglasses, integrates glitter wherever possible, electronic music and fireworks, collections of cactuses, would hate to be considered ordinary, collects crystals and loves scooby-doo.
Lovecraftian Horror: bulky winter coats with turned up collars, thick slate-grey scarves, underground waterfalls, trilobites fossils in sleepy small-town museums, the sound of footsteps in snow, has trouble getting close to people, terrible at small talk, late nights with a long novel, hot chocolate and old lighthouses, the friend that takes spiders outside.
Bittersweet Dreamer: homesick and nostalgic but not sure for when or where, bulky corduroy jackets, dried pressed flowers, grey skies, migrating birds, introspection and acoustic guitar, melancholy playlists, staring out library windows at the near-barren trees, confessional sleepovers with Enemy of Winter, procrastinating final projects to write songs and poetry.
Tunnel Visionary: hasn’t slept since Fall Break, black turtle-necks and high waisted tweed pants, black calligraphy, mile-long to-do lists, political-science textbooks, earl grey lattes, impassioned debates, wanderlust for picturesque cities, elaborate final projects, tons of applications due in December, trouble living in the moment because they’re dreaming of next year’s goals.
Human Hearth: hosts dinner parties, owns a preposterous number of scarves, apple-cider doughnuts, black and white films, thick blankets and contagious laughter, pine scented candles, already singing Christmas carols, decorative pinecones, fairy lights, overbooked with choir and theater obligations but will still make time to fix you a hot drink and listen to your problems.
Enemy of Winter: sweatshirts and pajama bottoms, headphones in all the time, working to improve their mental health, dark humor, disorganized notes, scowling into the wind, feels behind on course-work, stress-induced junkfood binges, coffee addiction that doesn’t make them any less sleepy, just wants to hibernate for 3 months, mad that the days are so short and mad at God.
Cello: natural talent. Best at description and making readers cry bittersweet tears. They’re full of empathy and it hurts them to kill off characters. This writer is reliably found in the corner of a large, old library.
Saxophone: a sexy, sexy writer. They write murder mysteries and thrillers. Jazz plays in the background when they walk into the room. On dark and stormy nights this writer can be found in the conservatory, with the candlestick.
Flute: whimsical and free-spirited. Likes art nouveau and reading books that involve the Fae. They can be found wandering the woods at day break whilst taking notes on their palm. Might be a witch but No One Knows.
Violin: classy. Prefers writing contemporary fiction or historical fiction in the regency era. Their sentences flow together nicely and engage readers with wit and humor. Their favorite place to be is a quite cafe where they can write.
Trumpet: very optimistic and dedicated. They write lots of vibrant one-shots that have the potential to be entire novels. Gives insightful feedback on other’s writing. Most often found supporting all their writerly friends.
Piano: organized. Has a consistent writing schedule and orchestrates complex plots masterfully. They definitely made an outline. These writers are typically at their desks writing like some kind of professional.
Lyre: old soul, but loves new experiences. Great at making up on-the-spot stories. They create beautiful poetry, mostly about places they’ve yet to see and people long dead. Anywhere and everywhere, they can be found daydreaming.
Electric guitar: pretty chill but stubborn. Sci-fi and dystopia are their favorite to both read and write. Has read plenty of fanfiction but is picky about which stories they like. They’re probably at an indie bookshop flipping through the yellowing pages of a paperback.
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