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[lostonesart]

Let me rewrite Wish(despite not seeing it and only seeing some concept art with Star boy) because I need the distraction so I don't cry more:

So Star boy came down to earth because he always heard humans wishing on them but had never seen one in person. In spite of everybody in his Galaxy telling him that it was dangerous.(his people have glowy glittery hands and hair that shine with a warm light)

He gets caught by a man who forces him to grant the man's wish (to become a powerful king) and a large sprawling Kingdom springs up in less than a year (that people mention early on how strange it is how quickly it appeared with how big it is[this is foreshadowing how sus the whole ass kingdom is]) and the King has Star boy locked in the dungeon to grant every wish the King makes(the guards can't disobey cuz of another wish). When he meets the heroine, he mentions how his wish came true in her arrival to free him(they supposedly can't grant their own wishes)

Shenanigans happen and they escape.

Idk what our girl has been up to but Star boy remembers her from her first wish as a child(he was too young to grant it and everyone else was busy.). Her wish was classic little girl "I wish to fall in love" and technically it gets granted through them being on the run from the King and trying to out him as villain.

[0fconquest]

a rapid rundown of this muse in conjunction to cahir and the other muses i write in this world-building.

he was born in 1080 aw during the final stretch of fall and was really only one hundred and twenty-eight years old when he was slain in battle. theoretically old in mortal years, yet, young in terms of elven years. he wouldn't be reincarnated until 1287 aw, well after the fall of kingdom.

anluan was not born in meath, rather, he was born in loston - an empire north of of kingdom said to be tied closely to amis, the goddess of the moon. he was reborn in the village of neverwinter, only a two day ride from loston.

in both his previous and his rebirth, he lost his parents to the neurosophic plague well before his 50th birthday. an odd thing for elves, as they often require some form of guidance before developing memories of their previous lives just before or around their 100th birthday.

he would only discover the topple of kingdom after regaining memory and seeking out its ruins. what originally became a path to find welcome within court once more became bitter realization that reign had ended.

anluan was brought from loston by a man claiming to be his father, who sought to offer the gift of proposed divinity to sitting king in exchange for refuge after being excommunicated from his own home. the king took the boy in, but had the individual posing as his father executed.

like the likes of killian and other divine advisors to the crown, anluan was raised between something of a temple and a knight. paladins of meath were not permitted worldly romantic attachments. it was believe that the oath to the crown and war god took prescience, and while this was occasionally broken under wraps, it was very much something poised at face value despite the constant randomization of the paladins.

like many of elven decent, anluan is very off-putting in terms of presence when he is not making an effort to make himself seem as though he fits. given he, like others, are products of reincarnation ... his soul dates back to incredibly early days in which elves settled on continent. its ancient and inhuman.

he has a very silky kind of voice, it's often low in tone and feels like a sirens song. he also has reflective eyes in low light due to elves natural inclination to see in dark spaces, and his ears are incredibly sensitive to touch and sound.

drawings of anluan from his life before reincarnation often depict him as a tall, silvery-haired man in knights attire. most notably is what is considering the ode to his passing, in which his hair is braided around the sheat of his blade and adorned with blue poppies per kingdom tradition.

the scar acquired much later over left eye is deeply ironic, considering it was an arrow plunged into that eye that killed him in prior life.

[just-a--man]

Once a friend.. always a friend.

Feelings might not be the same though.

[lostones93]

[enn13en]

you will lose yourself in the ocean of others

-enn13en

[bigmarcus3000]

Great story how someone believes in you... Credit via: @intelhiphop (@get_regrann) - Before North Carolina emcee J. Cole signed with the Jay Z-led Roc Nation in 2009, the rapper says he spent the time prior to his signing in a home in Jamaica, Queens with a handful of friends from school. During that time, the rapper says he struggled to pay rent, but was fortunate enough to have a landlord who was supportive of his dreams to become a rap star. “The landlord himself, Muhammad, he’s just a great guy. So, I always try to shout him out,” said Cole. “My landlord from the first apartment I ever got, kicked us out. I was looking and looking and looking and this was the only place I found with enough bedrooms for me and my homeboys from school. It wasn’t the nicest, but it was affordable. I took the worse room in the house because I knew everybody didn’t want to come over there. I was just like ‘Yo, what we gon’ do? We gotta go somewhere. I’m from North Carolina. I ain’t got nowhere to go. I need a spot. I’m getting this spot.’ So, that’s how we ended up here… My landlord Muhammad he like really believed in me. So, when my rent kept piling, he never tripped. He just let me kinda just stick around. So, when I finally got the deal, after all them years, of course I paid him back in full.” Cole continued to speak on his experience living in Queens during his Life & Rhymes segment with MTV, as he reminisced on waking up in Muhammad’s home each day, visualizing his future success in rap. “Waking up in this every day is like so far from where I wanted to be,” said the Southern lyricist. “But this is the room where it started feeling real. You know what I mean? Where I started really believing and visualizing it. I used to literally wake up and tell myself like ‘Yo, today I want to write a song that millions of people are gonna sing. And millions of people gonna love.’ I set that intention.” Prior to detailing his time spent in New York City’s biggest borough, Cole commented on overcoming the odds and what his idea of happiness is. Thoughts? Follow @intelhiphop for culture - #regrann . . . #LABRON [#grindfacetv #thestreetblogs #wecangrowyou📶 #wecandoit #lostones #hiphop https://www.instagram.com/p/B8ej1rVBp2I/?igshid=11qpilofgnc17

[i-imsickofit-overit]

Lost

When you lose a friend. Someone you knew for such a long time you felt as if they have been stitched into your soul. It almost destroys you. A beautiful woman given to this world, so suddenly taken away. With a 6 year old daughter, friends, and a degree. God decided to take a light from my life. On Friday February 24, my best friend Favinn passed away. She was a light in any room. Her laugh contagious as she held her tongue in-between her teeth and giggled. Her usual sarcastic greetings as you walked in the door to my barn. Her bright eyes and ability to turn any situation into a good one. She was miraculous woman. A gift from God. Thursday March 2nd, was her funeral. It’s hard to say goodbye to someone you've loved so dearly for the past 4 years. We wear our ribbons proudly this weekend and further on to show our love and respect for you. We will never forget you amazing capability to capture our hearts. Praying for your daughter and family. I love you Favinn... Rest in peace. I will miss you so much. God didn't only gain an angel in his home, but a beautiful, perfect human being. 

[scriptflorist]

I have a bad guy in my story who is downright dangerous and despicable. And I wanted some flowers on his office desk to reflect that. Have any suggestions?

Hi lostone!

I'll do my best to convey what your character is like, I'm sure he'll have an awfully pretty bouquet in the end. Or for a more entertaining scenario just place an entire head of lettuce on his desk.

agnus castus – coldness, indifference

apocynum – deceit

auricula (scarlet) – avarice

basil – hate, hatred

berberry – sourness/sharpness of temper, petulance, sharpness, sourness

bilberry – treachery

borage – bluntness, rudeness

broom (prickly) – misanthropy

bur – rudeness, you weary me

buttercup – ingratitude, childishness, I wish I was rich, riches

candy tuft – indifference

carnation (yellow) – disdain, disappointment, rejection

chaste tree – coldness

clotbur – rudeness, pertinacity

darnel – vice

dodder – baseness, meanness

dogsbane – deceit, falsehood

dragonwort – horror

eschscholzia – do not refuse me

flora's bell – without pretension

flytrap – deceit

frog ophrys – disgust

fumitory – gall, spleen, hatred

hand flower tree – warning

hellebore – scandal, calumny

hop – injustice

hydrangea – (a) boaster, heartlessness, you are cold, dispassion, thank you for understanding, frigidity

larch – boldness, audacity

lettuce – cold-hearted(ness), coldness

lily (orange) – hatred, dislike

liquorice (wild) – I declare against you

madder – calumny

machineel – falsehood, betrayal, duplicity

marigold (african) – vulgar minds

mock orange – counterfeit, deceit, fraternal affection

monarda bradburiana – your whims are quite unbearable

mushroom – suspicion, I can't entirely trust you

narcissus – egotism, self love, formality, stay as sweet as you are, selfishness

narcissus (false) – delusive hope

narcissus (yellow) – disdain

nettle – slander, cruelty, you are spiteful

nettle (tree) – conceit

nettle (burning) slander

nightshade – falsehood, scepticism, truth, dark thoughts

nightshade (bittersweet) – falsehood

oleander – beware

osier – frankness

pink (china or indian single) – aversion

pink (variegated) – refusal

pink (yellow) – disdain, unreasonableness

pride of china – dissension

redbud – betrayal

rhododendron – danger, beware, I am dangerous

rocket – rivalry

rose (white, withered) – transient impressions

rosebay – distrust

saffron – beware of excess, abuse, do not deceive yourselves

scratchweed – hardness

serpentine cactus – horror

snakesfoot – horror

straw (a single, broken) – dissension, rupture of a contract

sweet bay – treachery

tamarisk – crime

tansy – I declare war against you, resistance

teasel – misanthropy

thistle – misanthropy, austerity, harshness, never forget, surliness, sternness

thistle (scotch) – retaliation

thornapple – deceitful charms

tiger flower – cruelty, for once may pride befriend me

trefoil – revenge

trefoil (birdsfoot) – revenge

venus flytrap – deceitful

whin – anger

whortleberry – treason, treachery

winter cherry – deception

withy – frankness

wolfsbane – misanthropy

xanthium – rudeness, pertinacity

This list got longer than anticipated it would be. Much longer than that. I hope you found what you were looking for.

– Mod Jana

Disclaimer

This blog is intended as writing advice only. This blog and its mods are not responsible for accidents, injuries or other consequences of using this advice for real world situations or in any way that said advice was not intended.

[mslala1969-blog]

"Misplaced" I'm feeling so many emotions right now I feel naked and vulnerable Amputated and missing Feel like I lost my best friend Feel like I've miscarried lost a child Feel like kidnapped lost a child Left my virginity somewhere behind searching endlessly for it I thought all was lost in this here sanctuary Thought I'd find it hiding in this tabernacle I feel like bad mommy who can't recollect where she left baby Feel crazy because she ain't where I thought she would be Some unknown getting full off my food for thought Getting high off my frustration Someone feeling orgasmically satisfied from the private erotica I've leaked Fuck it I'm done searching seeking for that missing part of my entire soul Fuck it My missing parts aren't where I thought I last had them Fuck it Like my virginity I can't get it back or re-write it again Now I'm teary eyed and after two glasses of that brown liquor I drift into sleep only to awaken telling Mr. Jack Daniels I just want to be reunited with my fucking purple notebook --LaLa #EverybodyRadioPoetry #ExquisiteSpit #TheNewPoetryMovement #POET #LostOnes #SoGone #MissingThoughts #WhereDidILeaveIt mslaladeville.com everybodyradiopoetry.com https://www.instagram.com/p/BvLmjenA8H8/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1vxjknokrlsdq

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[lostonesart]

Okay so this feels more like an opening prompt and I apologize for that. I will say the inspiration came when I was watching the show Charmed on Peacock(which is a really good show I 100% recommend) spoiler for that episode:Prue was being followed around by a stalker and while she was developing photographs, she had her face slammed into the chemicals, impairing her vision.

In this little blurb, you cannot see. You don't even know where you're going. All you know is that someone is attacking you. You're not even sure who exactly is saving you.

---

It's cold and dark out.

Keep running.

Your vision is blurry and stings from whatever they threw in your face. So you're left to blindly run away from your attacker. All you can see in front of you is the blurry mass of the school building. You can hear the steps of your assailant left behind you.

Don't stop moving.

You try to keep from falling over your own feet as you make your way to the hall of mirrors.

Who are they? Why are they attacking me? How are they here?

Without thinking, you rush through a mirror and find yourself in one of the other dorm hallways. You drag a hand along the wall to keep yourself from crashing into it.

"Help! S-somebody!" You call out. You're sure you're not being followed anymore but fear pushes you forward. Until you crash into someone. You instinctively cling to them as you try to look at them, begging for help.

Who did you run to?

---

Idk what to write next? Or should I just let you all go wild with it?

[lostonesart]

Miraculous Abel

(you'll need an account to read it on AO3 cuz of AI scraping the site.)

but here's the first actual chapter(after 2 chapters of rule setting and setting changes)

CH1: The New Kid

I watch the French countryside roll by as I hold the small, simple wooden box in my lap; a goodbye gift from mom and dad for me moving to Paris with my aunt Riley. In it was a silver ring with a fair-sized clear gem set in it.

“Aunt Riley?” I turn to look at her while she drives.

“Yeah, Little Man?” My aunt asks and her head turns towards me but her eyes never leave the road. She was a few years older than my mom. She was brunette and had hazel eyes. Growing up, I didn't really see her often since she lived so far away. But now I'll be living with her.

"I'm… scared… What if I mess up something simple and look like an idiot in front of everyone? What if they make fun of me?"

"Well…” She pauses for a moment. “Then you'll know who the bad friends are. You remember what me and your mom keep telling you, yeah?" She says as more buildings begin to roll by.

"... 'Those who mind don't matter, those who matter don't mind.'"

“Exactly!” She nudges my shoulder with her elbow, a wide grin on her face. “Say… How’s about after we settle in, we run out and get you some hair dye? You got an awful lot of blond showing.” Ruffling my hair as she spoke about it. I simply nod and go back to watching as we drive deeper into the heart of Paris.

"... Can I go a bright pink this time?"

"Haha-HA! ‘Course, Little Man!" Aunt Riley cheers.

— Agreste Manor

“Natalie, you said the camera I ordered for school arrived, yeah?” The young man asked excitedly as his Father's assistant organized the family's plans for the month.

“Yes, it's right here.” The woman pulled the box from under the desk, setting it aside for the man, and resumed her work. “If you're still thinking about what your first photo should be, might I suggest seeing your mother? I'm sure she'll have an idea for you.” Natalie continued as he was figuring out his new camera.

“Yeah! That's a great idea, Natalie!” Adrien chimed, gently tapping her arm to substitute for a hug before taking his camera upstairs.

-

Quietly, Adrien cracked open the door to his mother's room. He didn't want to wake her if she was asleep just to show her his new camera. He found her sitting in the window nook, watching outside. Inspired, Adrien aimed his camera and snapped a picture.

Hearing the shutter, his mother turned to see her son looking proud of himself.

“Hey, mon trésor. I see your camera finally arrived.” she giggled at her son's antics. She opened her arms and reached out for him silently requesting a hug, which he happily gave with a small squeeze. “Are you sure you still want to go to this school? I'm going to miss not having you around all day.” She said with a small pout as he pulled back to look at her.

“Yes, Maman. This school is number one in the arts, even compared to elite private schools.” He says as he double-checks the photo. “Plus, you know how much I've been working for this: convincing Father, getting that scholarship all on my own, building my portfolio…”

He looks at his mother's necklace, a cat-shaped pendant. She'd had it ever since he could remember, there were even pictures of him trying to teeth on it as a baby.

“I know, mon louloute. Don't mind me...” His mother laughs and ruffles his hair. “... You've grown up so quickly, I almost can't believe it's been 20 years already.” She says in a nostalgic voice.

“... You should get some rest, Maman.” Adrien gives her a bittersweet smile as she holds his arm to get up from the nook. Growing up, he knew how fragile his mother's health was and how she'd been getting worse in the last few years.

-

After helping his mother to bed, he retreated to his room to upload his first photo to his computer.

[lostonesart]

Guess who’s going to try out writing?

It’s me. Imma try to write a twisted wonderland fic.

[bigmarcus3000]

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