#I'm not a writter

[sunnyd666]

Uzi meets Cyn in some robo-soul shenanigans idk.

Uzi is hobbling through an endless void where she finds Cyn hunched over on the floor. It sounds like she's crying. Uzi would be on guard but something was telling her that this wasn't the trap she'd assume it to be. She takes a deep breath and approaches her, eventually her disposition softens realizing what she's really seeing. Uzi kneels down in front of Cyn and takes the little drones hands in her own. They lock eyes and it's made clear: This is just a worker who's trapped in her own body. Alone, afraid, and powerless to stop the Solver who's used her body and likeness to do terrible things. Uzi understands what feeling alone and powerless is like, she understands what Cyn is going through. She gently pulls Cyn into a hug and holds her tight. Cyn slowly returns the hug, her whimpering growing quiet. Uzi slowly shuts her eyes in the warmth of Cyns hug.

Then Uzi wakes. She's in Ns arms and everything hurts. N smiles at the sight of her growing conscious she smiles back.

Whether that tender encounter was real real or not is up in the air but she knows an unspoken message was exchanged between Cyn and Uzi: "Everything's gonna be okay."

[laugtherhyena]

What being insane over Dra does to a mf

[dreamishsara]

I need to ramble about how heartbreaking Joel's death was from Grian's pov

Joel's despair up until this point trying to get kills, any kills, any little bit more time he could grasp. Grian yelling at Joel to kill him and give him time, only for Joel to lose another hour right after getting two kills.

Grian keeps following Joel, one who has five hours sacrificing himself to one who has five minutes. Joel absolutely panicking losing it having no idea what to do. He needed to kill someone he needed more time. Grian was offering him time but he couldn't take more from him.

Grian follows Joel as he desperately drops Tnt on other players heads and it's not working. He turns to his ally one last time in fear "Grian this is not gonna work-"

The pause

The silence after the chaos as the realization of what just happened sinks in. Grian processing that his friend's last words were calling out for him. He knew Joel was gonna die, he was just waiting for it. But when push comes to shove, nothing prepares you to hear your friends last words.

And as they caved in Grian could do nothing but close himself off, and follow the plan he had created in his mind when he wasn't mourning.

im very normal about minecraft roleplay

[yhwcomeback]

Definitely a very important art related question— in a fanfic, is a main character suddenly shifting to a different one normal?? Asking for a friend.

funny thing actually, my friends were working on this book based on a rpg one of them made, and we are having this conversation about who should be the narrator, and who should the story follow, and we got stuck there lol. my personal opnion (as someone who doesn't write, and sucks at it), is that following someone who isn't your main character sometimes is a nice change of pace, and it can help expand the world by showing someone who has a different perspective.

[ventafaxine]

It would go down as a night to remember. A night of thousand and one shared pleasures. A night that would stay engraved in their hearts.

Countless times before the sunrises on the streets of New York, chasing away the darkness and its secrets, two men who had been nothing but strangers for almost three decades had considered and reconsidered the beauty of sexual intimacy, far from the fear of being seen, the shame of their carnal desires, and the anxiety to perform.

Good heavens, how long had it been since sex had ever felt this good?

They had sex, one, two, three, four times — or at least four is the number of memories Joe would hold on to in the morning — with shorter or longer pauses in between. Ten minutes, thirty minutes, one hour, not in this particular order. Each passing second seemed to raise their hunger, leaving them craving more, more, more.

In another universe, under another form of life, perhaps they would have sunk into each other…

Here's a quick preview of my next chapter!

I have to say that I'm particularly proud of what I've written at the moment, so I wanted to share that with you :)

Some parts will probably be changed in the published version.

[writterings]

do you have any recommendations for resources re: tarot

hmmmmm

okay so actually i have advice. don't read the literal meanings of the cards. like it can be helpful to know the intended meanings, the astrology, the numberology, and symbolism but ultimately a reading will be more accurate if you understand the tarot in your own personal way. a lot of practitioners recommend making your own personalized deck to start to understand this concept better (like, printing out a photo of a butterfly and taping it to the death card to represent death bc that symbolism hits better for you).

for example, the knight of swords was a card i associated with an ex of mine. now whenever it shows up in a reading, i can either interpret it as its literal meaning or as having something to do with the romantic partner of the person im reading. but that will ultimately depend on the message of the readings, which is up to you to interpret.

also some people use spreads. i personally find spreads pointless. you don't need them to be able to read. don't memorize them. the position of the card on the table means nothing unless it DOES mean something. but that's up to you to FEEL not formulate. so don't use spreads. unless, like, you personally vibe with them. i'm not a cop or your mom so you do you.

in terms of resources, don't bother with books unless you're looking for general history stuff or some scammer's take on the "the soul's feminine and powerful journey of the tarot" or whatever. here's what you're going to look up:

-the history of the specific deck you're using, who created it and for what reason

-occult symbology and associations

-alchemical symbology and associations

-basic classic art symbology (ie what poses mean, etc)

-astrology in general and astrology in its relationship to the tarot

BUT MOST IMPORTANTLY

-meanings of each suite

-numberology (but like numberology specific to tarot. you can take into account actual numberology but tarot has its own numberology. googling 'tarot numberology' should work)

those last two are literally just what tarot is and it's usually universal across any type of deck. for example, take five of rods. rods = fire = knowledge. five = conflict. the five of rods' literal meaning in traditional practice is either a conflict or fun challenge. so conflicts are caused by differing opinions or thoughts OR conflicts can be seen as fun brain challenges. so five of rods literally means what rods and five represent together.

finally, a note on reversals - don't read them when first starting out. reversals don't mean the opposite of the upright card a lot of the time and you'll just get confused when trying to remember them all. just read the cards like normal and then eventually start to understand what the reversals mean TO YOU.

also those pick a card tiktoks never work bc its all based on algorithm. find some on youtube though (like the hour long ones) and just listen to those readings even if you don't think their advice applies for you. hearing someone else's take on interpreted tarot can be pretty beneficial in seeing how you view it.

also practice tarot with friends when you can, it's fun. make them learn tarot too so you get readings sometime as well.

anyways hope this helps. my source is that i have been a tarot reader for 10 years now, i'm a student at a government-recognized occult temple (and technically completed my first year of ministry training but i'm prob not gonna continue to priesthood), and i have paying clients. have fun.

[not-souleaterpost]

Heard something about Soul Eater trending on tiktok or something (Im old so I dunno if its true) with some trend/meme/fad - and it made my wonder in my conspiracy prone mind:

Is this a sign that the anime reboot is actually happenening?

But I know it sounds like I'm joking and I am partly but I remember things like that Napoleon "there is nothing that we can do" meme started to appear just before the first trailers for the Ridley Scott Movie dropped, or personally experienced getting into an music band just before an out of the blue anouncment for an album happened.

I dunno, I think it will happen either way someday, no matter how crazy I am - and then maybe its better to be sooner so I can finally get this thing behind me and stop harrasing people with the eternal truth that the og anime was better than the manga (cause they'll see with their own eyes!!!!!!)

[remnantofabrokensoul]

"My clouded mind fizzled you out, and I drew out my matches with desperation, one after the other, to light it back up and ignite the whole world once again."

[where-is-vivian]

can you see me dancing, headphones on, Call Me Maybe blasted on full volume? yeah, well that's me ignoring the plot holes of Curse Breaker because I desperately need to finish this fic

[rainybyday]

I FINALLY KNOW WHAT IM A WRITE FOR MY SECOND STORY FOR THE FLOWER AU!

I’m a delete this later but i am just putting this up real quick for myself

second story will be also 6 chapters with 6 povs that are not danny and while five of them are expected, only one of them is almost a flip over since you wouldn’t know who they are until you understand. 

I mean, its understandable once you notice who they are and who they are compared to

its such a funny idea intill its not

i don’t want angst but there will be a sad momnet because of this pov

i hope not to drown someone with tears

why am i such a cryptic

eh, who cares

WRITERS INSPERATION LETS GO

(also if you don’t know what im’s talking about look at my master post and ya’ll know)

[wayfinderships]

I hate S.anji so much (Has literally had S.anji as an f/o for years)

[delusionalbitchinthehouse]

Will I manage to finish my alpha x secondo wip before Christmas ? We shall see.

[laugtherhyena]

Continuing the rant-iness of last post's notes onto this one i think (I appreciate if they're read, i think I'm too self-conscious to have them in the post itself)

[angeldelillith]

Day 16: No, I'm not okay

If it were up to her, she would stay under the sheets, avoiding any sunlight. It was her Sunday and she could use it however she wanted, under any excuse. And hers was that she just wanted to stay in her space, remembering everything from the night before. To finally remember the last promise, to just let it pass... to never talk about it again... to pretend nothing had happened but how could she? With her dress thrown on the floor and all her friends' messages full of questions.

She would spend the rest of the afternoon inventing a story credible enough for the alleged appearance and disappearance of her prince.

Although at the moment when he approached her under the lights for a second she thought it was her imagination. She could hear her heart racing but she couldn't, she wouldn't do that to him in front of so many people.

It was only in the park after all the awkwardness in the car that she knew. He felt the same way she did, but she had misinterpreted it. She really wanted to go back under the colorful lights at school. Now she could only approach him again wanting to never let go of him. And when she did, feeling so reciprocated, her whole being seemed like thousands of butterflies flapping their wings.

However, the fear that everything could be ruined so easily was there, after hearing Dipper's words she felt as if her heart was being squeezed, she didn't want to talk and she had plenty of reasons why. She just wanted to enjoy the moment and now, on her bed, she just felt pain. Everything inside her hurt, and even more so with her mouth dry as if she were lost thousands of miles in the desert. Could this be called a hangover? That hangover from drinking too much of something, so much that at times it seems inexhaustible and insufficient but ends up making you so sick when you have to let go of it, so that the next day you simply feel its absence as a strange mix of pain and withdrawal. No matter the price, you would want more. It was that, a hangover for the person she loved most in the world and could never have.

But unfortunately, she couldn't avoid life for a day, her mother's shout from downstairs forced her to go out.

They could pretend any conversation, in any scenario, like a casual outing. Meet Mabel's friends, have been a good brother but damn, none of that had happened and now she couldn't even look at her.

Mabel just wanted to be alone, it had been enough, it really hurt too much to have to forget everything.

Already in the garden, lying on the grass with a book on her forehead, she had only lasted less than five minutes before dropping the book on her face, losing herself again in all her thoughts.

Until footsteps approached her, she really didn't need to be any kind of psychic to know who it was.

"Now are you just going to ignore me?" he asked as he sat next to her, taking the book off her face.

"That's what you wanted, isn't it?" 

"I know you understand what I mean..." 

"It's the same." 

"No, it's not!"

The moment Dipper raised his voice, she looked away. She really didn't want her parents to even suspect anything.

"They're gone..." he confirmed, knowing that fear.

 "What do you want from me?" 

"That's what I'm asking myself..." 

"Leave it..." 

"Then stop ignoring me!" 

"I can't... I can't even look at you because I just want to relive everything from yesterday, I really wish it would work." 

"No, no, no... Stop, forget about it, Mabel." 

"But yesterday you told me you loved me. Was it a lie?" 

"Please, don't make it harder than it already is..." 

"We could really make it work."

At that moment she lunged at him again, wanting to repeat the whole scene from the night before, wanting to feel it all again. But it was impossible. Dipper stopped her, holding her tightly, keeping her as far away as he could by stretching out his arms, being like a big barrier. 

"Damn it! Listen to me, please I need you to listen to me, I don't want to repeat this. Leave it... yesterday... yesterday, I never would have imagined it... But look at me! I'm your brother and no matter how much I love you or whatever it was, I have to let you go, as much as I want to, and I really do, but it's impossible. I couldn't forgive myself if you ruined your future or if you got into trouble for "trying to make it work" the world could never give us a space, not to mention how disappointed our parents would be. Besides, I couldn't give you any of the things you deserve, I couldn't be the person you deserve. I couldn't have you hidden away forever just to say how much I love you without the world falling apart on us. I couldn't ask you for so much, I couldn't. Besides, everyone is excited because we're a few months away from college. Even us, right? As much as I long for you, I can't... we can't..."

Mabel looks at her brother with her face covered in tears.

"It's so unfair." 

"I know... it is..."

Dipper just hugged her again, resting his head on her hair. At least he wanted it to be like this, if only he could stay like this with her, with time standing still.

"You're my favorite person."

"And you're mine..."

[loirekai]

Farewell to What Could Have Been

Farewell to the quiet dreams we once cradled in our hearts, the small goals we let slip through our fingers. Not for lack of will, but because the world demanded we put others first. We set aside our own ambitions, our personal triumphs, to carry the weight of someone else’s dreams, to help build what was never ours to claim. Sacrifice, noble yet bittersweet, leaves its echo—what could have been, if only we had the space to choose ourselves.

-Loire Kai

[echoes-in-a-forest]

Star Struck

The Sun and Moon inside your eyes,

Rain and clouds were in your voice.

To you, I was a star-struck child,

who followed you along.

A doll with broken, torn up seams,

You mended for too long,

Button eyes with no hindsight,

Who needed too much love.

And I was way too blind to see

You wouldn't stay around,

And you were way too blind to see,

Stars in your dripping blood.

You learned the lesson, fled the scene

On the floor lay a broken toy,

The Moon, the Sun, my everything,

One day they were all gone.

Cause not even the moon and sun,

Were enough to stop me,

When I hit rock bottom again,

From tearing up your seams.

And not even my bloody stars

Were enough to stop you,

When you got tired of mending me,

From tearing my heart, too