cain-e-brookman

[cain-e-brookman]

are u ever sick w longing. and i don't just mean romantic longing. i mean longing for a place you barely get to see, longing for friends you no longer have, longing for feelings you might have left behind in your childhood, longing for creativity, longing for a rich and more expansive life, longing for less inhibition. longing for more passion. longing for ur life to be so incandescent w something it thaws all the frost in ur bones. are u ever so consumed w it it rends ur heart in two. do u understand me

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alright STS right back at ya! If you had to write a comedy inside the setting of your wip what would it center on?

Hmmm..funny (ha) question that. I think there's a secret comedy happening with the minor side characters if you wrote it from their perspective. Like the servants in Tristan's childhood home, and the random people in the rural areas and towns that encounter the magical goings-on in passing as they move through their otherwise unchanged early 19th century lives. They just have to be like. Well. Anyway. And return to plowing their fields or whatever. I would also say those interactions where the fantasy meets the historical period of the story have comedic potential no matter what perspective you write it from. The way the encounters with the supernatural completely topple daily life and strict social codes is something I want to definitely have fun with.

Besides that, I've imagined many a slapstick scenario with my ocs to entertain myself..and maybe some of them will make it in to canon lol. Who knows.

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Happy STS! If you removed the Trauma™️from your oc's background, what would change about them/what would they be doing?

Oh Man. This is a big question. Two of my characters....I don't have enough time to specute. They're very much built by their trauma. The first, because what happened to him makes 90% of his worldview and is the reason he strived so hard to become who he is so that he can keep anyone from experiencing the same pain or helping those who have (Uthyr) The second was so destroyed by his that there's nothing left of the person he once was. He is scar tissue over scar tissue over a twisted core (Tavi) To remove their trauma, would leave you with completely different people on completely different paths.

The one character I think I have the clearest and most concise answer for would be Silas. If not for the Trauma:tm: he would still be living in the Marshes, working as a carpenter just like his father, married to a woman he thinks he loves, and probably raising a few kids. Silas' trauma is rooted in the "You can't go home because the home you left is no longer there, and the you your home knew is gone too." You get rid of that? He's living a slow and honest life in the town he was born, and the town he would likely die in. Steady as a hammer and as predictable as the rain on the bayou. He wouldn't be so tough on the outside, less fond of the bottle, and less self-destructively obsessive.

Instead he's living in an all-consuming psycho-sexual devotion to the worst man alive (To Be Revealed)

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I missed Her

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He died doing what he loved. Being fatally injured.

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Weird and wonderful compilation of strange bird noises.

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bastard sounds great in an irish accent. if an irish person calls you a 'daft bastard' it just feels right

the welsh have the monopoly on things ending in hell. fuckin hell and bloody hell hit different in a welsh accent. its like music to my ears

the scots have piss and shite for sure. "its pishin it doon out there" "this is a load of shite" absolute poetry

if i may speak for the english i think we do penis related words very well. dickhead, knobhead, twat, etc.

and for all the shit we give them, you gotta admit that no one can deliver a 'goddamn' quite like an american. theres a certain weight to it that you just cant achieve in other accents. when an american says goddamn you know shit just got real

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when you know how much i hate writing fight scenes, my choice to have a healer main character makes a lot of sense.

alas. Alma.

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hello fellow non-Black tumblr users. welcome to my saw trap. if you'd like to leave, please name one (1) Black woman author who is not Maya Angelou, Toni Morrison, bell hooks, Octavia Butler, or N.K. Jemisin. bonus points if she's published a book in the last five years.

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first day as a small-town sherif and you discover that some of the convicts you're transporting managed to escape in the night and since the penalty for letting prisoners escape is death, and the penalty for being late because you were looking for escaped prisoners is also death, you decide to free ALL of them and go hide out in the wilderness for a bit, except the convicts are super grateful so they make you their leader and it turns out they're decent guys who were exploited by a tyrannical government, so long story short you're crowd-sourcing for a peasant uprising and would anyone like to chip in?

3650th day and due to a series of unforeseen events you are now the emperor and founder of the han dynasty.

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"The longer I live, the more deeply I learn that love — whether we call it friendship or family or romance — is the work of mirroring and magnifying each other’s light."

James Baldwin.

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[gets down on one knee] Would you violate the principles of medical ethics with me? 💍

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I want to [remembers that suicide jokes only further damage my mental health] fuck you like an animal

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Heads Up Seven Up

Thanks for the tag @orphanheirs! you were talking about spirits in yours, so I thought I might go with something a little spirit-y for mine.

What wasn’t a boar bellowed and time itself froze in fear. The ground where it stood cracked and burst with its weight. No, Uthyr thought as his breath froze somewhere below his throat, not the ground. The world. The entire realm shattered and rattled around its hooves. The pieces sparkled like stained glass where they fell. Uthyr trembled as the beast grunted, its eyes rolling wildly as it blindly searched the forest, tossing its head. Mist rolled off it in waves, the colors indescribable and the scent nauseating. Something that made Uthyr think of burnt flesh even though the smell was, in itself, sweet.

Tagginggggg @illarian-rambling @spideronthesun @eternalwritingstudent @leahnardo-da-veggie

@seastarblue @aalinaaaaaa and @rinatthemin

Do if you'd like!

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Heads Up Seven Up

Thanks for the tag @drchenquill !!

Experimenting with a first pass of the scene when Tristan summons a demon. It's a really important scene, so I imagine I'll be rewriting it several times, but here's a snippet of what I jotted down today:

The Spirit spoke. There was a rush as if a gust of air shot into Tristan full force. A voice, or something like a voice, pulsed through his mind. Tristan was arrested by it, as if the force of the voice itself was holding him to full attention against and beyond will. "What are you to have summoned us?" it hissed. The words twisted and were harsh, yet substance-less, like spindly branches scraping in the night. They sounded hungry.

Passing along the tag toooo: @chauceryfairytales, @talesofsorrowandofruin, @ceph-the-ghost-writer, and @cain-e-brookman !!

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I'm not a trans role model or a queer mom or whatever. I'm a dirtbag burnout commie hedonist who's gonna tell you to stop trying to please people when you're still fuckin miserable and then strongly suggest you go drop acid or suck some dick in a bathroom until you stop caring about laws and social norms. Trans liberation begins with self liberation, stop hoping for an easy guide to being trans and instead tread the path of mutilation until you've carved out everything false within yourself