#nano･universe

[snailtaco]

A story never told.

(Explanation under cut)

In English, my teacher made us participate in NaNoWriMo where we write for the whole month. Of course the rules were more lax (we only had to get to 11,000 rather than 50,000), but we still had to plan and write an entire story (or beginning of one in my case).

If you couldn’t guess from the image above, I basically made a glorified fanfic oops (note: this will never see the light of day.)

The main story plot line (at least the beginning) is based off of "in this game, no, you're not the only target" by gin (tabanthas) (great fic would recommend!) but with a worst case scenario cuz I'm a sucker for trauma bonding (i hope thats not weird, i just like my favorite characters suffering)

I did have to change names as to not raise suspicion from my teacher and alter some basic features, but ultimately I got to just shuck a whole bunch a head cannons on these poor boys.

Left is the reference to the boys. The right is just the top image without shadows cuz I'm indecisive.

Sorry for making this lil rant so long I never get to talk about this unfinished story and I really wanted to recommend another :)

[swordheld]

hi! your blog is one of my favourites and i absolutely adore reading your thoughts. my grandfather recently passed away and it feels like i lost myself with him. how do i continue living after this? there is this constant weight on my chest and it feels like an emptiness has made a home inside of me. how do i go on when it feels like the world crashed on my shoulders?

hello, love! this is so very sweet and kind of you, and i hope you're treating yourself gently and kindly right now - there aren't words for a loss like this. that heaviness is difficult, and hard, and painful. it's okay if things don't feel okay, right now, or even soon - i think that's something that a lot of the people i know that have gone through similar grief feel: like they should be able to get back to a relative 'normal' in a [insert far too short period of time].

but it's okay if it hurts. that's where i'd like to start. you're allowed to feel that emptiness, that world-crashed feeling that goes beyond words, beyond time. don't feel like you have to rush this to feel some sort of better. things get easier with time, i promise you this, but sometimes painful feelings are important to feel, too. cry, scream, feel your emotions. they're a part of you. grieve.

it's perhaps a little silly, but when i think about death i always think about a couple of space songs: mainly drops of jupiter by train and saturn by sleeping at last. there are perhaps others that speak to the emotions better, but these two have always hit something a little deeper for me, and are popular for a wide-reaching reason.

and while personally i don't know much about grief like this, i do know a lot about love; and i think they're a lot of the same thing.

the people we love are a part of us, and this is why it takes from us so deeply when we lose them, because it does feel like we've lost a part of ourselves in the wake of it. but it's because they were so central to our experiences of living - our lives, that the separation introduces a hollowness - a place where they used to be. a home that now goes unlived in.

an emptiness, like you said.

but just because they're not here physically, doesn't mean he's not still there, in your heart, in your life, your memory. you can hold him close in smaller ways, as well: steal a sweater, or cologne/scent for something a little more physical and long lasting for remembering. hold onto the memories you cherish, the things that made you laugh, the ease of slow mornings and gentle nights. write them all down, slide a few photographs in there, go through it and add more when you miss him. keep them all close, keep them in your heart.

you're not alone, in this. he's still there, with you, it's just - in the little things.

he's with you in the way you see and go about your daily life, in doing what he liked to do, in the ways he interacted with the world that you shared with him. the memories you recall fondly when the night is late or the moment is right and something calls it into you like a melody, an old bell, laughter you'd recognize anywhere.

but i think, perhaps most importantly above all others - talk about him. with your family, your friends, his friends, strangers; stories are how we keep the people we love alive. the connections they've made, the legacies and experiences they've left behind, and so, so many stories.

how lucky, we are - to love so much it takes a piece of us when they go. grief is the other side of the coin, but it does not mean our love goes away. it lives in you. it lives in everyone who knew him, in the smallest pieces of our lives.

the people we love never really leave us, like this: they're in how we cook and the way we fold our newspapers, our laundry, in the radio stations we tune in to and the way we decorate our walls, our photo albums. they're in the way we store our mail, organize our closets, the scribbled notes in the indexes of our books. the meals we love and the drinks we mix, the way we spend time with one another. they've been passed down for generations, for longer than history - and we are all the luckier for it.

think about what you shared with him, and do it intentionally. bring him into your life, like this, again. whether it's crosswords or poetry or sports or anything else. if one doesn't help, try another. something might click.

i hope things feel a little easier for you, as they tend to do only with time. i hope you find joy in your grief, even if it is small and hard to grasp at first. know that your hurt stems from so much love that there isn't a place to put it properly, and that it is something so meaningful and hurting poets and storytellers have been struggling to put it into words and sounds that feel like the fit right for eons, and that it is also just simply yours. sometimes things don't have to make sense. sometimes they just are - unable to be put into words or neat little sentiments, as unfair and tragic as they come.

but i promise it will not feel like this forever. your love is real. and perhaps, on where to begin on from here - i think it's less on finding where to begin and just beginning. and you've already started. you've taken the most important and crucial step: the first one. wherever you go, after that, from here? you'll figure it out. you always have, and you always do. it'll come, as things always do. love leads us, as does light - and you're never alone in your hurt. in your grief, your missing something dear to you. i think if you talk about it with others, you'll find they have ways of helping you cope as well - and they have so much love of their own to spare, too.

as an aside, here is the song (northern star by dom fera) i was listening to when i wrote this, for no other reason more than it makes me think of connections, and love, and how we hold onto the people we love and how they change us, wonderfully and intrinsically. it's a little more joyous than the others i've mentioned, and plays like a story, and it made me think of what is at the core of this, love and stories and i am here with you, and maybe it'll bring you some joy, if you'd like it. wishing you all my love and ease 💛

[bitternace]

Any number? 23 and saïx :)

couldn't count all the ways that i've died for you

[ID: a digital drawing of saix from kingdom hearts. He is shown from the hip up, his body in 3/4's and his face in profile. He is shadowed in warm tones. He has a neutral expression, and he's standing straight.

The background is transparent except for a circle that lays from the middle of his shoulders and upwards, with three sections that have a slightly bigger circumference where one to three, seven to eight, and eight to nine would be on a clock. All scenes are blue tones with a noise overlay. these three are all from saix's perspective.

In the first, there is a cloaked figure shown from the waist down, the tip end of young xehanort's keyblade leans forward and some of it goes out of bound, tiled floor as a background. The second one is saix's hand reaching for kingdom hearts. The third is his hand reaching towards Lea, who lies on the floor of radiant garden's lab.

The rest of the circumference is a labyrinth wall in keyblade's graveyard, with a harsh diagonal line of light on the upper half. Most of the circumference is lined black, except from nine to one o'clock, lined white. /End ID.]

[su-revived]

What happens to enemies Tektite poofs with her scythe?

They go om nom nom.

[mecharose]

why is it on some WIPs its like:

story events: 2 guys meet new wordcount: 10,000,000 words

and others its like:

story events: dramatic confession of love, character reveal that's been teased since the second chapter, plot twist that changes the entire story forevermore, half the cast found dead in miami new wordcount: 234 words

[novel-nook-blog]

Essay update 🌸

Three days ago I downloaded Scrivener. Do you know the app? Not so long ago I found out about nanowrimo and scrivener and it got me hooked! I read a bunch of articles about both, saw a few videos and fell in love. On June 15th the longer trial version for Camp NaNo started and I had to download it and try the app for myself. I was worried that it wouldn't go well with my native language and also I was scared I'd get lost and won't figure the app out, because I'm too lazy to read all the manuals that it has.

So I downloaded it and three days later I'd consider myself a pro. I love the app. I put all my novel info and research from several notebooks in it and it's all in one place!!!! And it has so many features! Being in the app itself brings me joy.

My point is… I kind of wanted to have the essay done by the 15th so I could focus on my novel. Kind of didn't happen… and it was hard for me to close scrivener and go to my lovely Microsoft Word. Around an hour ago I got a brilliant idea - why couldn't I write the essay in Scrivener and then ctrl+paste it in Word? And it was the best idea I've ever had! I wrote so many words just in one hour! I'm incredibly happy about it! And it's soooo aesthetic!

Do you see how pretty it is? I'm writing at my desk today, which is usually inconvenient because I have a window right above my head and most of the day direct sunlight goes through it and I'm baking alive. But today it's cloudy so the right amount of light goes through and it's just so perfect.

[sarcophagid]

documented my nathaniel illness

and theres even more. embarassingly

[kingmiyo]

Okay so, HEAR ME OUT Nano did things to him! Nano does things to everyone > >

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[paradoxicwashere]

 The Infinity Sabers! Lightsabers that use each Infinity Stone as their Kyber Crystal! Drew these about two years ago, along with portraits of the heroes and villains that might have wielded them. Thinking about coming back to these designs and doing them again. 

[waxdroid]

a funny haha rimmer & kochanski parallel i like is that both of them left/died and came back Wrong

[nightshadereaper66]

Poem in text form under the cut

Crusty Star Rust

Cascade poem

We are made of ether rust and what went bust. We are made of star dust and space crust.

Long ago, the first stars begin to fuse Then burn out, making new parts We are made of ether rust and what went bust.

Rocks rain to Earth and join the ooze Long later they power our hearts We are made of star dust and space crust.

[lauramkaye]

he is my beloved, why do I hurt him so

I have written the most excruciating Cody-trying-to-break-free-of-the-chip scene today as part of Operation Starbird (my NaNo project) and I feel SO BAD ABOUT IT

I LOVE YOU CODY I'M SO SORRY

An excerpt, if you would like to share my pain:

There is a troop transfer. A squadron of fresh recruits from one of the new Academies, so they will be worthless for at least three months until CC-2224 is able to push them through remedial training. The dossier looks much as expected, except for the commanding officer that is being transferred from another duty station to—bless the glorious Empire—assist CC-2224 with the new troops. Finally. CC-2224 has sent twelve different requisitions for another qualified trainer.

Name: N/A Unit Designation: CT-9899 Rank: Lieutenant

A veteran officer. Infiltration and special operations. Formerly part of the 212th Attack Battalion.

(A flash of gold paint. A toothy, dimpled smile. Non-regulation hair—)

The pain in the head came again, sharper than before. Malfunction. CC-2224 should report for Maintenance.

(“—afraid, Cody? What does—if he is sent—Kamino?”)

Maintenance is not necessary at this time. Pain levels do not impede functional performance.

Special Orders: Maintenance required prior to assuming position: Reconditioning level 3

This is concerning. Level 3 Reconditioning carries high risk of side effects.

(“—there’s nobody home under there. Look at that, it doesn’t even react when I—”)

CC-2224 underwent Level 3 Reconditioning after [REDACTED].

(the lights and the needles and the screaming screaming screaming screaming)

A rehabilitation regimen of two standard weeks was sufficient to restore baseline function afterward.

[paintedbutton]

Camp Nano Week 2 Update

Current WC: 12.522/31.000

Whelp, I didn't do a week 1 update but here we are.

This month started like every time I prepare to do something and hit me with half my colleagues getting sick in one week. Which in turn meant that I didn't get to write as much as I wanted to. Between that and the weather finally turning nice (listen, if you have a garden you probably know but that shit takes priority or you will drown), and one concert, I was a little behind.

Had time and space for a good writing day today though, and did ~6k today.

I'm hoping next week will calm down a little (... beside the two concerts ... listen, I am never going to apologize for going to shows), so I can continue. I'll certainly try.

[mossflower]

ok while i’m ignoring the fact that i have a 9am lecture in six hours does anyone want to listen to me rant about nanowrimo

[lilacthebooklover]

the epitome of self-taught teenage pianist pain is going to your school's tiny, closet-sized practise room during break so you can use their piano bc you don't have one of your own, only for the year 7 music class next door to blast taylor swift's "shake it off" at full volume and yell along so loudly it carries through the walls and you just wanted to play shostakovich's waltz no 2 goddamnit and at all other points there are lessons on in this room and this is your last chance to go through it before the weekend so can they pleASE AT LEAST PUT ON A DIFFERENT SONG THIS IS THE THIRD TIME THEY'VE PLAYED IT AND YOU'VE IDENTIFIED ALL THE CHORDS SOLELY FROM HEARING IT ON REPEAT HJHNJDBJKGK

[scientificthough]

Short information about nanoparticles.

Imagine materials so tiny, a thousand times smaller than the width of a human hair. These are nanoparticles, particles engineered at the atomic and molecular level. Scientists can design them from various materials like metals, oxides, or even polymers. Due to their size, nanoparticles exhibit unique properties – they interact with light differently, conduct electricity more efficiently, and can…