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November forest. Värmland, Sweden (November 5, 2023).

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Hunter

It's my Bloodborne character! Her name is Marceline.

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I always struggle with names, especially ones that are more breath-y and long. I’m good with short 2 syllable names, and I can think of and make those easily. The problem is, that’s all I can do well that I like. And that isn’t very fitting for some of the characters I’m about to create.

I’ve been angrily searching through name generators and writing lists of names I like and I’ve been doing this for almost an hour now; this has happened before, and I always end up going back to the first few names I wrote down.

Alas, this time I forgot to write them down. And now I can’t even remember those…

Oh well. I suppose I should move on for now. So frustrating… Naming is so hard. It always has been for me.

The right names will come along in time, or the characters will grow into them. I have to remind myself this! 🪼

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Värmland, Sweden (November 4, 2023).

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School has been killing me so hopefully I can start writing today and catch up for what I missed yesterday asap

We got this…

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what they don’t tell you about writing is AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!! AAAAAAAAAAHH!!!

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ty, astarion, for failing every fucking arcana check possible here to make this amazing comedy bit

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Trick or treat?

TREAT

You are beautiful and your writing is beautiful and all your ocs love you like a god

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Happy Halloween!! 🎃🍁

Happy Halloween! What are you up? What are you dressing as??

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Possessed by Nazeem to make this

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I either write with no dialogue in a ton of exposition or I write dialogue like it’s a script, there’s no in between. Now, how to blend them….

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Dream of the Horseman

Short story from a few years ago, unedited. (AKA, Try Not To Cringe Challenge for Muna)

It is dark and damp, and smells like a distant memory. As I slowly reconnect with my senses, I come to the unpleasant realization that my mouth is filled with dirt. A sour taste, with hints of blood, grits of gravel between my teeth. I attempt to spit the taste out, and to my disgust, my spit falls down and drips down my chin. The feeling of grime and my own mucus dripping down my neck makes me shudder, I’d rather smell a crow’s blood. I do not know how long I have slept, nor do I understand how I recognize that I have woken here before. As my eyes begin to adjust to the darkness, I realize my face is met with a dirt wall. Worms wrangle through cracks between the gravel, immediately associating this image with a spoonful of intestines fed into my mouth, I press my lips together, attempting to replace this dream with something more pleasant. A tart, maybe. Sweet blood dripping from full lips.

The wall pushes towards me, gravel crumbles into my eyes. I cannot stand this pit much longer, a possible fortune awaits me behind this wall. I reach for my pistol in my boot, the only one that stays with me, even through death. Each movement I make rewards me with a pang, as if all my muscles have been torn, and each inch of my body is kissed with bruises. Elbows bumping into the walls around me sends me into a slight panic. Though I’ve lived in worse conditions, it’s as if this place was meant to welcome me with every bit of discomfort.

I wrap my fingers around the handle. The trigger is so cold it nearly burns me.

I aim the barrel to the wall, take in one breath and bite down on my cheek, and take 4 shots at the wall.
I fall face first, my mouth is met with dry redgrass and mud. It reeks out here, even worse than the underground. One foot still in the grave, I close my eyes before I must travel through this dream again.

When I open my eyes again, I see nothing but two large green eyes and the blurred shape of a nose. I blink a few times, and a few more when she exhales. I adjust myself, propping myself up on my elbow. Red lips peek through gaps of blond hair, clumps of dirt, mud, and blood clinging on.

“I think the hat suits you best,” I say. She pauses before glancing up to the top of my head.

“I could say the same for you; you would need more than moss than that to keep the top of your head dry here.” I brush the top of my head with my free hand, a few more times just for measure, moss tumbles down my back. Her green eyes set on mine again.

She rolls onto her back, stretching her arms out. The moonlight highlights each of her features. So delicate and smooth, sculpted. She looks as if she was carved out of moonstone. Perfect. Her eyes don’t even shrink when she looks directly at the moon, it seems like they might even grow.

“Tonight it is clear. Tomorrow, though... well. Who is to say? I can smell another storm, you know.”

“Worse than before?”

She pauses for a moment before turning her head to me again. As she does, her hair collects more mud. I can’t help but cringe a little when I hear it squelching, almost as if I can feel the cold mud and bugs crawling onto my own scalp.

“Who’s to say, hunter... maybe if you find your horse, we might have a chance to escape. What are we without our hats?”

“What do you mean?” Her face freezes, in a calm surprise. She props her head up on her fist and looks at me with her huge eyes. I can see my reflection in them.

“Have you lost your head again?”
“I don’t understand your meaning.”
“Louis, every morning you wake, decades have passed in the night. Why must you forget every sleep?”

I began my search.
The swan beckoned me. The swinging of its tail disrupted the peace in the water. A shame a creature so beautiful must cause so much suffering.


A song broke from the mountain, echoing to the bottom of the canyon. The voices of each stream in the land screamed its own testimony as it fell to the mirror below. The avalanche erupted in the water beneath the mirror. Thousands of feathers burst from the impact, a chorus sprung from the death of a landmark. Needles of ice sprung out, ripping my skin slightly, exposing myself to the cold air.

Though the mirror is long gone, I can still see myself in the pool’s reflection, through the eyes of Sonya. I drag myself towards her, waiting for her reach. I am crushed by the relentless power of the fall, so cold it burns, pressure enough to melt off my flesh. My eyes begin to cloud with the light of heaven, and the walls that once stared down at me began to close its eyes, wrapping its arms around its self, to become nothing but its own memory. Layers of my skin begin to slidel away from my bone, i have never understood the origin of my purple cloth until now. The water around me begins to mix my lost flesh and draining blood into its own creation, I swallow the last breath of sunlight; I may rest on my death’s eve. The last ring of her voice wraps around my heart, before I am devoured by the fall. without asking, I know her name. I know she feels the same. We have both awakened again, in this dream we can not explain.

I pull myself off the ground, dust off what dirt I can. Sonya’s gaze does not change slightly, rested in the same spot as if I were still there. I slip my gun back into its slinger, a second nature. In three days, I will be free.

The swan beckoned me .I followed, the softly bent neck and elegant mannar it drifts. A creature, that of destruction. I found the swan on land, between a small opening in an undergrowth. Their eyes used to haunt me, I seek them for guidance now. I follow it to water.

I cannot tell if I am horrified or amazed when Sonya sinks into the swan’s neck. I can hear it’s flesh ripping, and it’s bones crunching under her teeth. Her eyes flutter shut, and her tongue dances round the swan’s wound as it struggles.

Until I wake in the new storm.

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Relax after heavy backpacks

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Aaaggghhh such beautiful drawings! 💙💙💙

companions re-classed part 3 - shadowheart 🌌🌚🌝

*shadowdancer isn't a 5e rogue subclass, it's a 3.5e rogue-based prestige class, but it suits her so well and when i played 3.5e as a kid i thought it was the coolest thing ever lol so i wanted to use it

karlach 🔥 wyll ⚔️