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tangledstrings-if · 23 days ago

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——Tangled Strings——

Demo: TBA

Current TWs: Violence, Falling from heights, graphic content (gore, sex, etc.) 17+

You fell from the heavens and hit the ground hard.

Your home, a series of islands in the sky far above the snowy clouds that cover the human kingdom of Yalkasana, was paradise to you. The sun shone, the wind always blew, oh, and you still had your wings. Big fluffy things that were once taller than you, emerging from between your shoulder blades.

Paradise it might have been, utopia it was not. Cut- throat (or in your case cut-wing) politics are just part of life. Everyone must play the game, and you were a poor player. Or maybe you were just unlucky.

Some artifacts should stay dusty, and weapons with enough power to level the planet’s surface are definitely one of such things. When the artifact was revealed, a key to the island’s mythologized past of victory and conquest, of course someone would want to use it. To relive the glory days of your people and bring the surface world below to its knees once more like in the ancient scripture.

The thing is, the artifact? A piece of junk more likely to explode and crash the islands out of the sky than to actually aim at the ground and destroy some kingdom or city there.

You spoke out. It was only right. You had to protect your people, your friends, your home. But you failed, miserably. Labeled a traitor to your history and islands, they ripped out your wings, cauterized, and sewed the wounds shut before they threw you from the islands with one objective. If you survive the fall and you still want to stop the restoration of the artifact? Destroy the kingdoms below before it’s done.

Welcome to the human Kingdom of Yalkasana. Your home awaits.

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Tangled Strings is an Interactive Fiction game made in Twine. You follow a cast of unlikely friends, who all want the same thing as you. To save their home.

Meet the ROs. Your friends. Your victims.

The Princess (She/Her):

- Maira Yalkansanas is the darling of the court, her place secured by being the second of the dead King and Queen’s children. With a noble heart and gentle air, people part like the sea before her path. Her grey eyes mirror the clouds above her beloved kingdom, with a sharpness that glints like a knife in the dark. She has everything she never wanted, and three people who allow her to call Yalkasana her home, her twin brother, her falcon, and her life long friend.

The Prince (He/Him):

- Hylens Yalkansanas is the people’s sword and shield, his place secured by being the first born of the dead King and Queen’s children. He is valiant and brave, an aspiration for every guard and soldier in the kingdom. His grey eyes mirror the cold metal of his father’s sword, with a softness of the clouds above them all. He cradles his duty with the awkwardness of someone being handed a babe as the parent walks away without a word. But still, he holds it steady, there is no one else to hand it off to anymore.

The Diplomat (They/Them):

- Morn Lyfes is the first, and youngest, Elven diplomat to walk in Yalkasana in over a century. What an honor. What a burden. A clear-sighted and fire-eyed beauty with a light footstep. They were born in bloodshed, raised in ruin, and came of age in the restoration of their kingdom. They are the closest anyone in Yalkasana will ever get to seeing a star.

The Healer (He/She/They):

- Rhayen Thurm is a steady and well reputable healer in the castle. One of a dozen, almost completely interchangeable with the rest, aside from their close relationship to the princess. With hair as white as their gloves and eyes red like rubies, they stand out with their mediocre skills and status. Their smile is soft, despite having a twist like they know what kind of stuff your spirit is made of before you even speak.

The Baker (He/She/They):

- Gullen Wasy is a cook in the castle. Their mother was incredibly skilled, but died with the plague before she had the chance to teach them her secrets. Now they feed the servants of the castle, and occasionally get to help with feasts or parties when any extra pair of hands with even half a wit will do. They are stubbornly kind and well-meaning despite how much trouble it always gets them in.

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[[Build the story with a multitude of choices ranging from who to murder to who to date. There will be choices in sex, gender, sexuality, background, morals, skills, and personality.

I am working on: Chapter One as of 10/19/24 and plan to have it published before 01/01/25 as the demo.

There are twenty chapters planned (one book)

Any questions or suggestions are welcome, most of my posts until I drop the demo will be art of the ROs/Friends and world building history/tidbits that I think is cool but cannot find a way to fit into the story organically. Full disclosure, I am a senior in college right now and work a part time job while also doing research, so while I have full plans to finish this book/game, it will be slow going on progress until I graduate. Most deadlines will be tentative, but I fully intend to meet them.]]

#Tangled Strings Interactive Fiction #if game #twine wip #Update 1 #Tangled Strings #TS intro #the curtains are blue

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colorfulstage-en · 1 year ago

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Special Song:

"UNDERWATER" by Hylen

Origin: Digital Stars 2023 Theme Song

#project sekai

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jessicasrps · 1 year ago

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Welp this happened

#first fic in years and it's for a show and ship that only have one episode left #it's going great sweeties #succession #romangerri #gerri kellman #roman roy #my fic

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andsoigotabutterfly · 2 years ago

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Path to Damnation (Prologue)

This is my own story. Took almost three years to figure out all of the characters, the plot and the world. I still work on it, but wanted to get feedback, and since my family said they like it, I thought maybe I'll share it with others too. So I translated the prologue. Let me know what you think! (Not a native English person, please excuse any grammar mistakes!)

Word count: 2410

Warnings: blood, death, anger management problems, I don't think anything else, but read at your own risk

Zean jumped into the ice cold water. He quickly re evaluated his plan off making his escape in the lake that was covered in ice. Still, the hounds that chased him couldn't follow his scent here. Zean grinned, when he heard their disapointed whining and barking. He even heard some swearing from the guards, that were chasing him, so he inferred, that they won't be chasing him. Then he noticed the next problem; he couldn't breath.

Quickly, he formed a rune with his hands and muttered a silent word. The water around his head had disappeared, and was filled with much needed fresh air. He took a big breath, then shut the flow of magic from his hands and started swimming deeper, as he directed himself to the center of the lake. When he ran out of breath, he repeated the magic, than continued the swimming.

About ten minutes later, he judged, that he got far away from land, and started swimming to the surface. Not long later, he saw a weigh, that was connected to a boat with a rope. It kept it in place. He could only hope, to find his ride up there, and not someone unwanted. When he reached the ice layer on top of him, he muttered another silent word. The barrier between him and the surface melted instantly and he looked around, as he climbed out of the water. He looked back at the city, from where he escaped. He swam almost two miles by his judgement, and was very proud of himself. Then, he looked to the boat and smiled. The middle aged man waiting for him in the boat had his hand streched out for him, and was smiling at him.

Zean started coughing the minute he was dragged out of the water, with an unworldly sound, that came from his lounges. His friend watched him with fear in his eyes, as he threw a burnt blanket at him, that was warmed by the boats torch. Zean was gratefull he could even stop coughing to thank the man for his kindness.

The man's brown, long hair was let loose, just as his long, combed beard. His shoulders were muscular and wide, just as the grin on his face. His brown eyes were deep, letting his restlessnes be seen.

"By the old and new gods Zean, what were you thinking?!" said the man with a deep voice. "Your pneumonia will be so bad, you will cough up your lounges and choke at them. What were you thinking?"

"Calm down Verzon" said Zean between two coughs. "Don't forget, that I still am an elf. My symtomps won't be as harsh, as it would be with you. And if I were to die, Hylen would kill me beforehand."

"At least she wouldn't do anything this stupid! You brainless morron. Here I was, thinking that you wanted me here, so you have an easier teleportation location."

"Not while having this with me" Zean replied, and showed him, what this adventure was all about. In his hand, was a small silver coloured ring. For a normal man, it would have looked like a normal silver ring, but they both knew better. This ring was made by the God of Forges, and was given to the elvish ruling family as a gift, beside the other coronation jewels. This leaf patterned ring was the symbol of power and nobility in the eyes of the elvish people.

"It can't be!"

"Oh yes it can" Zean didn't even notice how exited and happy his voice was. "This here my friend, is the Ynre'gitta. One of the most valuable thing on this god forsaken land. Now that I have it, I can finally have my rightfull throne. I can finally avange my family. I can finally return home..." his voice trailed of at the end.

"Look. Zean. I know you want to return to your rightfull place, but are you really sure, the other nobles, who have forsaken their lands to stay alive, will support your claim, just because of a little jewel? Are you sure they will rise up against Xulaen?"

"Don't you say the name of that wretched kinslayer!" Zean almost shouted. His whole body was trembling, with the anger that filled boiled his anger, and the hatred that swept over him. "That bastard murdered my father, his own brother in his sleep, sold my mother as a slave, and has attempted to murder me three times! I can not do nothing about all the wrongs that have been done." He immediatly felt guilty about his behaviour. "I'm sorry old man" started Zean anew with a calm voice. "I shouldn't have snapped like that. But yes. I'm sure the lords will support me now."

Verzon looked worriedly at his friend, as he took in his words. "It will take a while, to get back home. I suggest you take a nap beside the torch. I won't need a change."

II.

Verzon was right. Zean was gratefull for the break, and for everything that his friend has done for him. After they reached shore, the pushed the boat out of the water, and reached for the city walls, that was the opposite side of the lake, where they came from. They were both very tired, so none of them made a word as they walked up the road.

As they got closer, the flag that decorated the walls could be seen. There was a golden phoenix on a velvet red base, that was holding on to a sword. Zean grew attachged to this flag, as the noble man of this house, the Yrselians have saved his life from countless dangers. And the heir of the highlord, his best friend was standing right beside him, so he really coudn't complain about them being rude.

When Zean and Hylen, his lover escaped from the elven empire as refugees, the Yrselian house took them in, and defended them. They were welcoming and nice with them from the start. When the danger was gone, they provided them a shelter and a new home, untill they could go back to their own, and spared every resource with them that they needed, as their friendship with the elves rooted back centuries.

Zean has sworn several times, that he will repay everything they did to them three times. But he needed his throne back firstly. Before he and Verzon reached the gates, he stopped to talk to him, as they needed to hide their friendship from the cities ears, for both their sakes.

"Thank you, for everything you did for me old firend. I am beyond gratefull. Only with emense money would I have been able to buy my families heritage back, and as we both know it, I don't have that amount of money, even if you lend me half of your banks."

"No need to thank me. I just want to get rid of you. The sooner you go and take back your place, the sooner I have my long looned peace and quiet" said Verzon with a wide grin on his face. They both laughed at his comment, then started walking again. When they reached the gates, they parted ways. Verzon headed for the palace, and Zean went in the direction of the merchants district. The snowy streets were peacfull. There weren't many people out of their homes this late in the evening, but Zean could see some drunks wandering home, which made him smile. What will they get from their loved ones, when they get home. He wandered and hold back his laugh. He didn't need to worry. Hylen knew where he was, and didn't mind it.

It hasn't taken long for him to get home. After a long, hot bath, he stared before him on his bed. He kissed Hylens sleeping forehad, then went over to the other bedroom. He stopped in the doorway, and looked at the tiny, figure underneath the sheets. When he sat down on the bed beside it, a boy with long ears sat up from underneath the blanket, and hugged him tightly.

He had dark green hair, just like his father, and bright green eyes, that reminded Zean of his own father. His had sharp cheekbones which smuggled a little dignity in his look even at his age into his face.

"Can you tell me a story?" he asked quietly.

"Aren't you supposed to be sleeping?"

"I couldn't."

Zean took a deep breath. I should stop going out late. This isn't the first time he can't sleep because of me. "What do you want to hear?"

"The one with Zeras'gon the angel!"

"But I've told it countless times!"

"I still want to hear it!"

"So be it. Once upon a time, there was a demon. A demon so powerfull, and so evil, it wanted to devour the whole world! And he could have, if someone hadn't stop him. This someone, being our hero, Zeras'gon, who was created by the gods themself, because they got scared of being defeated by Val'Roag, the demon..."

Zean got lost in the story. He has told it so many times, it was a breeze, but he alway made something new up, so he may keep the story interesting. This time, it was, that the gods, who got jelous of their own creation, defeated Zeras'gon, to take his power.

"But what exactly happened to him?"

"Well, after his victory over Val'Roag in Arzeal, the place where the demons live, he went throughout the physical world, fixing the mayhem that the demon created. Because of this, the people started worshipping him, making him ever more powerfull. But even he couldn't stand the power of all the gods combined. In his last battle against them, he scarred the leader of the gods, Kuroathal, but still lost. The gods ripped him of his powers, and locked him away with his lover, so he may never return."

"But why?" asked Vares with such sincerety and innocence inb his voice, it made Zean smile.

"I don't really know. Ask me next time okay? But now, let me tuck you in. You need to sleep."

"But I'm not tired" said Vares with a big yawn.

Zean waited beside his bed, for him to fall asleep, kissed his cheeks, than quietly and slowly sneaked out of his room. As he closed the door, two small hands wrapped around him from behind, hugging him lightly. Zean immediatly recognized his lovers hands and turned around, to hug her back. He kissed her, than burried his face in her deep blue hair, which smelled of lavender. Her eyes also shined green in the dark. He leaned back a little, to admire her narrow, perfect face and kissed her again.

"Now he will be sleeping." Zean said quietly.

In response, Hylen hummed lightly, burrying her face in his chest. They were standing there, hugging for a couple of minutes as they heard someone knock on the door. Zean pulled away, so he can check, who disturbs them this late in the night. When he openned the door, he cursed himself, for not following the safety rules of Verzon, as he saw six elves standing outside his door, all of the with drawn weopons.

"Xulaen, the emperor of all elves, and the lord of Ressayna forest, sends his regards" told the elf standing before him, and than stabbed him in the stomach, with his sword.

III.

Verzon was up in arms, readying everybody as soon as he got the telephatic message from Hylen, that they were under attack. Verzon stormed through the streets as soon as his team got ready. About half way to his friends house, he got a bad feeling. The connection between him and Hylen was cut.

As they were running through the streets, they saw smoke rise up from the merchant district. Verzons throat tightened to the brim of suffocating, as he dictated an even faster tempo.

Verzon almost froze at the sight of the attack. The house was burning, and there were four dead bodies outside, on the street. He immediatly checked them, not recognizing any of them, so he ran to the house.

As he entered, he saw a black clothed elf pulling his blade out of Hylens chest, as he spinned around to face his new opponents. His eyes darted through the room, trying to find an escape route, but he didn't find any, so he ran towards Verzon, who stricked him doen with one swing of his blade. The body dropped down, to the three other, that were already on the floor.

Verzon's eyes teared up, as he saw his friends dead body. His blood was filled with anger, but he didn't stop, and stormed in the bedroom, on the left side, not wanting to see whats inside. A large stone fell from his heart, when he saw Vares's shocked and scared face. He took him in his arms, and took him out of the burning house, setting him down on the street. He ran back, dragging out the bodies of Hylen and Zean, so maybe the paramedics can help them, but they were helpless too.

Verzon screamed of the pain. He cried, cursed the gods and took out his anger on the burning house, striking a hole in it's brick wall. He looked at his insensitive, bloody hand, as he burried his face in it. He couldn't accept this. Still, he was helpless against it.

Then he looked to the other side if the street, at Vares. He stood up, and walked to the boy, who stared at him with a confused look. As he took him up, the boy clutched at his neck. Verzon didn't know what to do. What do I do with the boy? What should I do with my best friends son? What sould I do with the rightfull emperor of the bloody elves?

I will raise him. Came the conscientious answer. I will raise him, and after he is ready, we will burn the skies. He and my son, will do things that will change the very core of this world. They will surpass the laws of nature, and bring it to it's knees. If he wants to, he will have his revenge. If he wants to, he will destroy empires. If he wants to, I will help him do anything. If he wants to, I will help him drown the world in blood.

#my story #path to damnation #amature writer #my stuff #my book #original story #original character #original world #I wanted to share #please read #critisize it if you want #not a fanfic #please reblog #I need validation #book #writing #fantasy writing #fantasy

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jpopstreaming · 2 years ago

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🆕 「 Love All Day」 by DE DE MOUSE, Hylen, OuiOui Available for streaming worldwide!🌐 Added to our weekly playlist 🎧 https://spoti.fi/3lgjH73

#DE DE MOUSE #Hylen #OuiOui #Love All Day #Japanese music #J-music #Jmusic #J-pop #Jpop #Spotify

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thatoneunknowncognitohazard · 7 days ago

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@communist-hatsunemiku

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vocasynth-utopia · 2 months ago

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underwater by hylen (ar89753) featuring miku! the second of the two songs on vocadb tagged with deconstructed club!

#4/7/2023 #miku #ar89753 #deconstructed club

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riverdamien · 3 months ago

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Chew On This!

John 6:51-58

"I am the true bread that came down from heaven. Anyone who eats this bread will not die . .."

"Chew On This!

Gail R. O'Day and Susan Hylen note that the Eucharist (The Lord's Supper; Holy Communion) is not a single event instituted on Holy Thursday. Instead "all of Jesus' life institutes the sacrament of the Eucharist, not one single event in the life of Jesus.

When the disciples gnaw on the flesh of Jesus they are irreversibly changed in a manner that leads to new world views, ethos, and behaviors. The Eucharist is a transformative phenomenon that alters the course of one's life.

The Eucharist calls us to see a new worldview and transform our attitudes and lives in our view of climate change.

“The climate disaster is here. Earth is already becoming unlivable.”—The Guardian.

Humankind faces a crisis of its own making. Most scientists agree that human activity is responsible for global warming. This temperature rise has already changed the climate and brought disastrous consequences. These include the following:

More frequent and intense weather events, such as heat waves, droughts, and storms, which in turn cause more floods and wildfires.

Melting glaciers and Arctic ice.

Rising sea levels.

The climate crisis has affected every corner of the earth. After documenting conditions in 193 countries, a New York Times report stated: “The planet is sending an SOS.” Because of the death and suffering climate change has caused, the World Health Organization has called it the “single biggest health threat facing humanity.”

Climate Change is creating hell on earth. I see it in working with homeless individuals. The consumption rate of food, housing, and all elements has left behind thousands of people in San Francisco, and millions worldwide.

The Mayors most recent comment illustrates what one observes in the lack of empathy for individuals on the street:

"We have had to move froma compassionate city to a city of accountability. I have also been leading the efforts to ensure we address this issue differently.

The answer of our elected leaders is the sweep of the belongings and pushing of people without housing outside of the downtown. In some parts of the Bay Area homeless are being forced into shelters.

New cities are suggested to be built, destroying farmlands and nature, for the "rich" in Sonoma County and in the Desert.

More housing in the City being built or suggested is for the upper class, in the process the outdoors is being ignored. Individuals have told me they take long walks and never notice wildlife or the surrounding land.

My friend Chris Montesano sums up growing vegetables in the present day in Sonoma:

"I have been growing vegetables for the last 40 years. When you are growing food, you become aware of how the climate affects what you grow. I have grown my family's Italian beans for the past forty years. When I first began growing them, I grew them from spring through fall. Now I an only grow them in the early spring before the heat of summer comes into full swing.

This is because the temperatures now especially in July have more consistent days of 95 to over 100° temperatures for more and prolonged periods of time. The longer the time period of 100+ degree weathers continue the more difficult it is for some plants to grow. we are seeing these kinds of spikes in various different locations all over our country. But this is not only affecting our country, but it has been affecting deeply, the countries near the equator for a more prolonged period of time than we have been experiencing here. This is making it more and more difficult for people in those areas to grow their own food.

One of the books I found that helped me understand better. The effects of global warming was the book Drawdown. The scientist who put together this book are from all around the world. One of the things that most surprised them was that one of the huge greenhouse gas contributors was the industrial worldwide agricultural system. What they discovered that surprised them was that if worldwide industrial agricultural system was a country of its own it would fall right behind the United States and China as the third largest producer of greenhouse gases. This was the case when the book was first published. This book has helped confirm my belief that one of the most effective ways of combatting global warming is to grow some of your own food.

However, this is a task that is not easy to achieve in a society that is moving in the direction of more and more urbanization with more and more cities that cannot survive without this massive industrialized agricultural system. It has become clear that we need to create a different model for the development of society in a healthy manner.

The massive amount of migrants, moving around the world and the spread of so many homeless people as well as refugees throughout the world are all related to the effects of global warming.This in turn creates instability in our political and social structures and also this leads to more war and violence creating a cycle of ever increasing instability.

We need to work on building a new society in the shell of the old. We need to work on creating new social structures that create cooperation instead of competition, simplicity, instead of complexity, and respect for the dignity of all."

What on earth are we doing to creation? We have disrupted the ecological balance of all God created on earth and we owe it to God, to each other, and to all species to restore and to balance. Awareness of the Infinite opens us up to protecting the immediate--the very planet on which we live.

The light of spirituality can spark a more hopeful approach with a deeper and broader effect. Here are three reasons why:

First, Religion Can Persuade People to

consume in Moderation as they find True

Satisfaction in Spirituality, Community,

and Family. Spiritual living should bring

awareness of our consumption.

Second: Religious Teachings Help Instill

Foresight and Longterm Thinking. The

Rabbis of the Talmud taught about 1500

years ago: "Who is the wise person? The

person who can see the effect of their actions." Spiritual awareness can help us

recognize the link between our actions and

the large problem while cultivating fore--

sight, concern, and change.

Finally, and most importantly religion Em-

bodies Hope. Some people out--out of terror,

anger, or depression-despair of our

returning to personal and planetary balance

and sustainability.

Yet, to reiterate Rabbi Sacks words: "Hope

is a human virtue, but one with religious

underpinnings."

If there is any moral precept shared by people of all beliefs, it is that we owe ourselves--and future generations--a beautiful, rich, and healthy environment. It is time for us to truly become the Bread of Life, to live out the Eucharist that is with us. Deo Gratis! Thanks be to God!

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Put me in jail, then. Throw me behind your religious bars since you have dubbed me a breaker of your law. I live my days in the courtroom of your criticism. I move unbothered under the gaze of your gavel. I have no interest in defending myself before your bench. Go on, clench your fists, raise your voice to make your point. Type the rebuke that you must make on my page. Who asked you to come through anyway? Is this rage your duty? We operate under a different set of obligations and get worked up to frustration for different reasons, even though we both claim fidelity to God. If you were interested, which I doubt, here is where my passion lies: feed the hungry, clothe the naked, heal the sick, defend the rights of the orphan, plead the widow’s cause, and woe to you who unjustly enforce God’s Law. Why spend your energy policing me when that same energy could be used to love, fiercely? Justice, mercy, and humility. Go learn what this means. Drew Jackson

#homeless #spirituality #povertyy #youth #homelessness #lgbtq;

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