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[shootiing-starr]

Heights

@riiese requested a starter!

For every day they had incredible unbelievable out of this world adventures, there would be just as many that were slow and boring. A lazy day here and there wasn't inherently a bad thing-- Except when Mabel was feeling like it was supposed to be a more eventful type of day and no one was willing to indulge her.

But that's fine! Sometimes, a girl just has to make up her own adventures. Today, she was going to play around in the woods with her grappling hook and not tell anyone where she was going and when they could expect her back! There was no way that could go wrong, right?

It started innocently enough, grappling up a few branches and swinging over to new trees gave her quite the rush. She felt like a lady Tarzan! Or maybe that was Jane? Who actually cares, that cliff was just begging to be scaled! Without a moments hesitation, the girl shot herself up to the very top, hooting and hollering the whole way.

"Weeheee! Let's goooo!" She squealed with glee, immensely proud of her achievement until a gusty breeze tussled with her fluffy hair. Fear and panic gripped Mabel's heart and she looked out over what would have been such a magnificent view of the Oregon wilderness... Had it not been for the several hundred foot drop below.

... Not letting anyone know where she was going was a huge mistake, wasn't it?

[rangikuxmatsumoto]

“Matsumoto-san you have an assignment.” Kengou held out a formal paper to the lieutenant. “Says that you’re to take over a patrol in the land of the living and you can take unseated squad members with you for training.”

Unprompted Asks | Always Accepting

Patrols in the World of the Living were unseated officers’ gigs – it gave them real world experience, tested their abilities, and frankly kept them busy. It was highly unusual, but not unheard of, to reassign that job to a vice-captain given the hassle it was for someone of their caliber to spend time there. Still, as she accepted the document, she gave it a once over – a single patrol, in the World of the Living, supervising an unseated officer – they may well have given her the day off. She’d take any opportunity to get out of this stuffy office for a bit.

Lowering the order, she gave Kengou a sideways glance before setting it down completely.  “Kengou, how would you like to join me? Running a patrol like this would help with future promotions…And Naruki City isn’t a hot spot for hollow activity like Karakura. It would be fun, whatcha say?”

[feralgalaxy]

Old Platinum

@rivalrosso Liked for a starter!

The gentle light of the morning brought a little luminous glow to the world that day. It brought a touch of warmth to what was shaping up to be a chilly day. Naturally, for a morning such as this, a local coffee shop found its lounge a bit crowded that day, forcing the rest of its patrons outside to rest on their benches and umbrella-topped tables.

The crowd consisted mostly of a younger crowd. Those young adults going for a spot of coffee before plunging into their jobs, teens doing the same before going to school or to train with their Pokemon, and everyone in-between stopping by for a little drink to warm themselves up.

Among this younger crowd was one who stuck out a bit in more ways than one. He was an older gentleman, huddled up on a bench by himself. A tall individual, he practically towered over the rest of the crowd. He was doing his very best to ignore everyone else, including his purchased cup of coffee that must not be up to his tastes.

A cooled breeze swam in the air, chilling the older man enough to have him clutch a black trench coat over his body to keep what little warmth he had in him. As he did so, those withering red eyes of his wandered for a moment, before locking with the irises of someone amid the crowd.

He could feel the sheer arrogance and pride that belonged to that trainer in those eyes alone. Just as quickly as they met, he tears his gaze away, unaware of an unspoken rule between trainers.

When their eyes meet, they must do battle no matter what.

[onegatorartist]

The tag post

[brokenbutterfly12]

So, Inutaisho isn't your lover?

".......no. He is my grandfather at best."

[monsoon-of-art]

[sothisisablog]

[psycheterminal]

Treat anything on Discord as media that will be lost

Do not use Discord to host your files. Do not rely on Discord to preserve your text. DO NOT RELY ON DISCORD FOR ANY KIND OF PRESERVATION OR HOSTING!!

It CAN be lost, it WILL be lost! You must consider Discord as a part of the Core Internet, controlled by one company that hosts the servers.

I thought it was impressive at first that it replaced IRC, but now I am horrified. If the company behind Discord went under today, how many friends would you lose?

How many relationships? How much writing?

You may think this won't happen, but I remember when AIM went down and along with it, entire novels worth of interaction with my oldest friend.

IT CAN HAPPEN TO YOU. IT WILL HAPPEN AGAIN. NO COMPANY IS INFALLIBLE.

Back up your files! Download anything you've saved to Discord NOW, before the API changes go into effect! And DO NOT RELY ON THEM FOR HOLDING IMPORTANT FILES!

[randomeeveelutions]

Open // V; Anthro

Rind stood at the very edge of her tippy-toes, trying (and failing) to grab the half gallon of whole milk put on a refrigerated shelf that was just too tall for someone of her stature to grab.

She was ridiculously short compared to other animals and she knew it, but an internal stubbornness in the vixen simply refused her the will to find an employee and have them get the milk for her. Because doing that was not only embarrassing, but completely stupid too.

"Come on... Come on... Almost..."

She was sweating bullets, her clawed paws vaguely making contact with the carton that time. It was encouragement enough to keep her from giving up and grabbing 2% instead, 2% was for losers who couldn't handle real milk anyway.

[ot3]

i dont like the idea that kids these days are doing their fandom rps with ai chatbots. that's how you're supposed to make lifelong friends as a weird really online teen.

[ellierenae]

write unpublishable things. it's good for you.

[shootiing-starr]

Open // V; Drifting Stars / V; Drifting Future

"Wow, this Lyndsay Stirling is pretty innovative! Viola and electro, who coulda guessed?"

In the increasingly rare moments Mabel could catch a break out in the cold, unforgiving world of the multiverse, she occasionally allowed herself to dabble in the art of being a teenager and doing things teens might do. She maintained some sort of tactical style, she modified a stuffed animal into a cute shoulder bag that held her personal effects, and she allowed herself to listen to music with the multiversal handheld radio she traded hundreds of knitted trinkets to buy for herself. Even if she was supposed to be surviving, it didn't mean she had to force herself to skip over her teenage experience.

The only rule Mabel had imposed on herself when using the radio was that she always had to use the little earbuds that came with it, and one bud was to be out of her ear at all times when she was listening to it. That was fair, she supposed. Anything and anyone could attack her, even if she thought it was safe. The rule proved its worth when the teen heard the distinct crunching of dried grass under boots approaching her from behind. With no time to disengage her music, she whirled around and pointed a grappling hook at the stranger all while technopop viola music kept playing in her ear.

"Get away from me!" She hissed. "I'm armed!"

[rangikuxmatsumoto]

@retiredshinigami continued from here.

Seconds drag out for eternity – she’s prepared to walk away, even going so far as stepping back off the small step from the clinic’s door – but the commotion from behind the closed door stops her in her tracks. A curse, a scream – the guttural noise was impossible to miss, but impossible to decipher as well.

Instinctively, her palm reaches for the door handle, there’s no resistance but she feels the faintest jiggle from the other side. Her palm retracts back to her side just as the door slides open, vision lifting to find an older, yet familiar face staring back at her.

She wasn’t sure what she had been expecting. Twenty plus years was a drop in the bucket for shinigami – she doubted she looked like she had aged more than a day since he had last laid eyes upon her. Sure, her hair was different but that was probably the grandest of changes for her. But twenty years for a human…was a quarter of their lifetime.

“Shi…” His former title, name, life, died upon her lips as she gave a little shake of her head, a faint smile tugging the corner of her lips upwards. “Isshin…You look like you’ve seen a ghost…”

[feralgalaxy]

The Comet

@schattenmagier liked for a Starter!

Where he came from, the term "alien" didn't really exist.

Sure, on the peacefully isolated, backwater planets so unworthy of mention they were a mere footnote to any respectable traveler of Gamble Galaxy, off-planet visitors were exceptionally rare and so labeled as aliens by the frightened populous. They were the exception, though. In Galacta Knight's time, going from one planet to another was about as normal as driving to another town. The uproar one would get from abruptly landing on one of those outer planets was unpleasant- and annoying- so it was in his best interest to avoid them.

However. There were times when, no matter how much the all-powerful Galacta Knight wished to avoid them, he simply had no choice in the matter.

It was something that shouldn't have happened in the first place, in Galacta's opinion anyways. Some intrepid inventor commissioned by the scraps of his old kingdom came to his crystal one day and broke the seal, a shiny new weapon turned on the Knight still getting his bearings. Before he knew it, the thing fired and blasted him in the face.

It didn't hurt, really. What it did do however was blast him backwards and open a portal, which closed up with a glittery pop as soon as he fell through.

Deposited in the atmosphere of an unknown planet, a stunned Galacta Knight could only fall. Fall. Fall. Closer and closer to the world below, appearing as a brilliant streak of light that briefly transformed the night into day as the comet hurdled to the surface of the planet. With an eardrum-shattering boom, it made landfall right on top of a condemned building. Amid the shattered remains of the structure, nestled in a deep crater, was the comet.

One burned, battered, still stunned swan-winged orbish being.

An alien.

[maelancoli]

Writing Intimacy

i often see writers sharing a sentiment of struggling with writing kiss scenes which honestly bleeds into other portrayals of physical intimacy. i see it a lot in modernized styles of writing popularized by the recent trend in publishing to encourage short, choppy sentences and few adverbs, even less descriptive language. this makes intimacy come across awkward, like someone writing a script or clumsy recounting of events rather than a beautiful paragraph of human connection.

or just plane horniness. but hey, horny doesn't have to be mutually exclusive with poetic or sensual.

shallow example: they kissed desperately, tongues swirling and she moaned. it made her feel warm inside.

in depth example: she reached for the other woman slowly and with a small measure of uncertainty. the moment her fingers brushed the sharp, soft jaw of her companion, eliza's hesitance slid away. the first kiss was gentle when she finally closed the distance between them. she pressed her lips lightly to gabriella's in silent exploration. a tender question. gabriella answered by meeting her kiss with a firmer one of her own. eliza felt the woman's fingers curling into her umber hair, fingernails scraping along her scalp. everything inside eliza relaxed and the nervousness uncoiled from her gut. a warm buzz of energy sunk through her flesh down to the very core of her soul. this was right. this was always where she needed to be.

the first complaint i see regards discomfort in writing a kiss, feeling like one is intruding on the characters. the only way to get around this is to practice. anything that makes you uncomfortable in writing is something you should explore. writing is at its best when we are pushing the envelope of our own comfort zones. if it feels cringy, if it feels too intimate, too weird, too intrusive, good. do it anyway! try different styles, practice it, think about which parts of it make you balk the most and then explore that, dissect it and dive into getting comfortable with the portrayal of human connection.

of course the biggest part comes to not knowing what to say other than "they kissed" or, of course, the tried and true "their lips crashed and their tongues battled for dominance" 😐. so this is my best advice: think beyond the mouth. okay, we know their mouths are mashing. but what are their hands doing? are they touching one another's hair? are they scratching or gripping desperately at one another? are they gliding their hands along each other's body or are they wrapping their arms tightly to hold each other close? do they sigh? do they groan? do they relax? do they tense? are they comfortable with each other or giddy and uncertain? is it a relief, or is it bringing more questions? is it building tension or finally breaking it?

get descriptive with the emotions. how is it making the main character/pov holder feel? how are they carrying those emotions in their body? how do they feel the desire in their body? desire is not just felt below the belt. it's in the gut, it's in the chest, it's in the flushing of cheeks, the chills beneath the skin, the goosebumps over the surface of the flesh. everyone has different pleasure zones. a kiss might not always lead desire for overtly sexual touches. a kiss might lead to the desire for an embrace. a kiss might lead to the impulse to bite or lick at other areas. a kiss could awaken desire to be caressed or caress the neck, the shoulder, the back, the arms etc. describe that desire, show those impulses of pleasure and affection.

of course there is the tactile. what does the love interest taste like? what do they smell like? how do they kiss? rough and greedy? slow and sensual? explorative and hesitant? expertly or clumsily? how does it feel to be kissed by them? how does it feel to kiss them?

i.e. examine who these individuals are, what their motives and feelings are within that moment, who they are together, what it looks like when these two individuals come together. a kiss is not about the mouth. it's about opening the door to vulnerability and desire in one's entire body and soul.