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inbetween-life-and-sanity · 8 months

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Would anyone notice if I would just stop being there?

#writings #one sentence poem #does this qualify as a poem?#friendships #sad thoughts #feeling out of place #depressing shit #the need to withdraw oneself #self isolation #recurring thoughts

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ourlvdyofsorrows · 4 months

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#been crafting #mine #blackout poetry #does this qualify as a poem?#🌝

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lorelarc · 11 months

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i like to walk in front

with you behind

so i don’t know that you’re gone

until its too late to make you stay

if i concede and walk behind

i’ll kiss the ground in front of me

but that would be foolish

for you are the poison

you salt the earth behind you

destroying my garden

ruining my crops

killing me slowly

oh so slowly

so i walk in front

and if you stop walking

i won’t turn around

i’ll keep going steady

committed to the march

committed to the rhythm

committed to the life

committed to the lie

the lie the lie the lie

and i’ll salt the earth behind me

#sad poems #is this wolfstar coded?#i’m so unwell #love to you all #<3 #does this qualify as a rhythmic poem?

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pepprs · 2 years

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omg i was feeling better for like 2 hrs but then i saw a post on here that is like maybe the worst thing ive read all day. and now i am feeling despair again

#purrs #going to close this app and go watch minecraft build videos again bc that’s the only thing that distracts me rn. but it sucks. it sucks so #bad. how easy it is to be knocked down like this by a stupid post and how frightened and hopeless and small i feel. like wtf. and i know i s #said this but it’s like the mindset shift thing i rbed a few minutes ago right? like i am supposed to be the BEACON. i am supposed to have t #the hope and give it to people who don’t have it. but what do i do when /i/ don’t have it. that is antithetical to the entire enterprise.#and it does not bode well for our work working lol. like given what i know i should never ever doubt or fear or anything again. and the #sayings are literally brace yourself the world is broken and we’re braving the storm etc etc but right now all that’s going on in my head an #and heart are BROKEEEEEEEEEEEN!!!!!! STOOOOOOOOOOORM!!!!!!! HHEEEEEEEELLPPPPP!!!!!! and not like oh! brace. brave. ok yeah i can do that #and to be fair i don’t think anyone is feeling that way ever probably and that’s why you can’t be a beacon of hope if you haven’t known #hopelessness and don’t fight to overcome it every day. but right now knowing i need to be a beacon is only making me feel more hopeless. and #i know the beacon feeling bc ive been there before but idk if this will pass bc like uhmmmmmm… i live in the fucking death trap that is the #usa. but it might but also idk. i just am haunted by 2 things. number 1 that the most basic simplest thi ng s in life like starting a family #of my own and having a stable living situation might be out of my reach bc i was born at the wrong time. and number 2 that especially in the #last 2 years but also always there are such HORRORS happening and yet so many of them we don’t feel and it’s like out in nature the forest i #is still just the forest and it’s like for these birds and squirrels etc they don’t even know there’s a pandemic and nothing abt their lives #has changed in 2 yrs (that has substantially impacted their way / qualify of life anyway). and i know everything in my save tag refutes this #and also that if lia heard me saying this shit she’d say in effect why don’t you go write a poem and calm down. but part of me wants to feel #hopeless i think because there’s a security in feeling doomed bc to fight it takes strength and courage and is maybe scarier. but i am just #exhausted and grieving rn except the grief i am feeling is NOTHING compared to other griefs others feel and have felt. but yeah this is also #day 4 of living here again and maybe by day 14 or whatever i’ll be feeli ng stronger and more normal but the last few days have been so #fucking hard and so much about my life is different in ways that are hard right now. so i have to just deal with that and adjust and mayhe p #plunge myself into a piece of media like i have done w every other major transition in my life and somehow haven’t done w this one yet but t #that might just give me a break from my stupid broken brain and then i’ll come back and be normal. bc today i could barely get out of bed #delete later

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chilledagridolce27 · 11 months

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Books books books everywhere

Books here and there ...so much exploring to do

but I'm too scared to discover

who I'll be when it's all over

#poem #short poems #me #my thoughts #poems and poetry #books #bibliophile #the ever present dilemma #does this qualify as a haiku btw?#I'm too lazy to check

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ckret2 · 3 months

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please more evil ford please i stare with my puppy eyes for this i am obbsessed

Yeah all right, I've been working on some art. (For context, we're talking about this Evil Ford.)

Evil Ford is Evil as in "cheerfully works with Bill even after learning his full plot" and "is totally ready to conquer and/or destroy the world." But other than the shocking lack of basic ethics and the supervillain objective he's mostly the same guy—which means he still cares about his family. He's hoping to get them to join in on the world conquest plan.

Forty-odd years ago he went off to college promising someday he'd be a big shot scientist who changes the world and he'd make his family a fortune. If taking over reality doesn't qualify he doesn't know what does. The family can join him and his buddy Bill and rule the universe together. Pines Pines Pines Pines!

Unfortunately for him, the rest of the family still has normal moral compasses. And also they've met Bill.

Bill can't currently possess Ford due to Reasons; but even though he can't get in the driver's seat he still has permission to ride shotgun at any time. Ford talks to him pretty regularly. He HAS been caught doing this. Stan thinks he's just gone a little nutty from thirty years of isolation.

Naturally, since he was always on Bill's side, Ford's perception of events during Weirdmageddon is a bit different:

I finally made an official Evil Ford New Costume Character Design, check out his exciting totally different brand new look:

I decided that, since Ford is still basically the same person aside from his terrible life goals, he'd probably have the same fashion sense. And so... nothing changes except two tiny details lmao.

But he DOES have tattoos:

I traced a canon character model and took off its top to get a base to slap tattoos on, and then went dang... they gave him a big head and arms. He looks goofy. Anyway,

His forearms have less incriminating tattoos—just a birch tree and a sunrise. (The sunrise looks like the Journal 3 "The Muse Has Spoken" page.) The red text is the "triangulum entangulum" ritual; if anyone asks he'll go "it's uhh an ancient Sumerian poem about how great science is." It's not until he's topless that it's like "oh so he's a CULTIST cultist." The one exception is an unconcealed Eye of Providence on his right palm—but it's in an ink that's only visible in certain lighting. It's there so at any time he can point his hand at something and go "Bill are you seeing this BS?"

Of course, he still has the "hey now, you're an all star" neck tattoo. I didn't have room to draw it.

As you can see, he's made being Bill's right hand man a core part of his personality. Rather than spending 30 years scrabbling around the multiverse desperately searching for a way to destroy Bill, he spent 30 years chilling in the Quadrangle of Qonfusion as Bill's specialest favoritest Henchmaniac, and only scrabbling around the multiverse occasionally for fun & profit.

Here's a photo Bill & Ford took at a Nightmare Realm house party like fifteen years ago, three minutes before Bill started an argument and set the house on fire.

Most people have their wild party years in college, Ford has his in his 40s.

#stanford pines #grunkle ford #bill cipher #(he's in enough pictures; he's worth tagging too)#gravity falls #gravity falls fanart #evil ford au #my art

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trulymightypotato · 9 days

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I've got Vodial on the brain today, so we're starting with some worldbuilding stuff for it

First thing: because this is a fanfic set in a video game, based off several servers where the characters acknowledge respawn, there is respawn. This is a part of the universe, it's a part of daily life, no biggie

(for most people. sometimes. it can become a biggie. this is a plot point so we won't go too much into it here, but people vary so)

But! This means there's an entire set of things to explore about respawn. We as players see the lil' menu screen that pops up after death, but how does it work for someone living in that world? What does it feel like? Does it feel different between servers/worlds? What makes it feel different? What happens when you're playing on a different difficulty, does that change anything about it?

This got touched on super briefly in Blink of an Eye, which is set in the same world as Voidal, where there's a decent amount of narration about feeling the universe's love while respawning, and gathering code, and stuff like that. We can pretty reasonably establish this as the baseline expected way for respawn to go, because we gotta pick a baseline to identify what qualifies as unusual.

One of the big things with respawn, especially, is most of the time it heals the injury that finished you off--and generally all the ones before that, too--because that's how video games typically work and this is set in the world of a video game.

But sometimes it doesn't. Sometimes things don't heal fully. Sometimes there's a scar. And while unusual, the characters in the story are functionally immortal as long as they want to continue living, so most people have met at least one or two who this has happened to (if it hasn't happened to them).

One of the really big things is that the universe loves you (end poem my beloved) and so working that into respawns is incredibly important from a storytelling perspective, even if the character isn't sure of why yet. And this makes it super extra important when that doesn't happen, because it's a sign something else is wrong. Something else is significantly wrong.

There's a ton of different ways I could keep talking about this, and I can and will go for actual hours, but for the sake of not dumping everything in one post I'm gonna end this one here

#potato brainworms #potato wb mc #considering there's a difference between the characters who were generated by the universe and the characters who were born into families #(because that first group did as people do and have families)#means there's also this whole thing about like. first respawn. except you could be a little kid

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swordheld · 8 months

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how do you think in poems? i really enjoy the tags under your posts i've always wanted to write down my own thoughts that way bc in my head they feel so thorough and magical but whenever i put it in words i feel it just gets so much flatter and i no longer see a point and give up

oh oh oh, but lovely, can't you see that you've already started? it's a perspective that you hone, over time, something that is specific to you and you alone – that's the piece of it that makes it so special! you've already begun, and it only goes forward, up, sideways from here, wherever you wish to go!

think of it like a skill, for a moment, or a kind of muscle, if you'd prefer. you have to work at it, with it, over time and differing experiences, in order to progress.

(a quick important note: not progression as in the kind of quality-check of a grading scale, but progression as in evolution. shifting change. think of the leaves and their colors across the months of autumn, or temperatures rising with the sun and cooling with the evening dark. change isn't intrinsically a qualifying thing, it can just be, sometimes. this is difficult to remember, especially in the midst of frustration, but it is worth it. you are always doing better than you think you are – harshest critic, and all that.)

which is not to say that it's a simple thing to do! compare this to the vibe of me picking up crochet recently, with my shaking hands and too-quickly dwindling adhd focus – my first attempts at making a lil headphone sprout have not been going as well as i once hoped. my stitches are either too big and sloppy bc i'm not holding the yarn tightly enough to get clean ones, or i feel frustrated due to it not looking like how i'd like it to look in my mind when i started it, or even as i begin my umpteenth attempt.

but!! i know that it won't ever look the way i want it do if i set it down and never keep trying. it'll take awhile, like everything does, even the seasons take their time, the moon and its phases; but what i do know, is that, eventually, it'll resemble something i want it to. vaguely, maybe, but it is something. it doesn't have to look exactly like the guide i'm following, or the examples i'm inspired by, because it's mine – something made by my own hands, my own time and experience with every mistake and thrilling joy along the way to learn by.

take it from me: i want to be good at things i want to be good at so badly. and that excitement makes me want to be at the skill level i need to be at in order to do so right then and there, no learning curves or building blocks allowed. which is never how it happens, unfortunately, but –

i think, gently, that we tend to overlook what a pleasure it is to learn. to see the slow progression of things, to begin and change and continue and get better. and even if it's different as we go along, in a way it's our own little kind of magic, maybe, to create and never be done if we don't want to be.

which is all to say: it's already yours. why does it have to be anything else, anything more? why can't it just be good as it is now, where it might never be again? what is there to lose by enjoying the moment of where you are?

like everything, it will grow and shift and evolve with time, maybe into something you'd hoped for, or maybe into something you don't even have the words to describe right now at all. but that's the fun of it: how even now, even then, there, across time and distance and skill, there is a common thread of things; it will always come from your heart, your experience, where you are right then and there and now.

and if you think of that like magic, well, it becomes a little like magic, doesn't it?

also, something to consider: sometimes things you feel or think can't be put into words at that moment, or even at all! something else you could try (that i certainly do) is making something else with whatever it makes you feel - whether that's another form of art, or any other kind of media. if it makes you want to go outside and take a walk or get cozy and read or play a video game? that counts too! that's still an experience, you're still feeling.

i think that counts a little more than anything else, you know?

and as a little ending fun side-note, can i share something cool? i've never thought of it that way before, as thinking in poems. in my mind it's always been a kind of perspective of personal wonder, but you're right – it's poetry, in it's own way. you gave me that – so thank you, from the heart of me. i hope your journey finds you with every bright joy.

#rainsdowninkerala #q&a.#this is truly so much longer than i had originally thought it would be so i do hope it's less rambly and more help-y?#the art of creation goes hand in hand with the exploration and discovery of feeling and it is sooooo important n fascinating to me.#truly tho this can all be boiled down into a kind of: keep going? keep going. you can only get better.#i didn't want the post itself to get even longer & winded BUT if you want a lil fun vibe? watch meet the robinsons. it's a lil silly; but -#truly nothing changed my creative experiences more than hearing ' keep moving forward ' paired with joy at the result of failure.#how it is that you never learn if you don't fail; you have to keep trying; keep going at it; and if we only ever succeeded –#there would never be that? that checkpoint of progression? it changed that frustrating moment into a kind of art; for me.#how each time i fail and feel that sadness or anger it reframes it into oh. i'm learning. i'm doing something new and i'm learning.#isn't that amazing? spectacular? that i can do this? that it's me / you / us together?#i think ab that a lot in terms of inspiring my mindset. i hope it helps you too. wishing u all my best !!!! <3

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coquelicoq · 17 days

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@loreofcardigan tagged me to list 5 topics i can talk on for an hour without preparing any material ! thank you nym 🧡

umm i guess my first question is whether i need to say accurate things about the topic for an hour or if i can just sort of bullshit it. lol. so how about i list five things and then say how much of the hour would be bullshit?

crossword construction. this would be 0% bullshit. many a person has rued getting me going on this topic.

french phonotactics. this talk might be hard to get started without a specific prompt, but once i found an in, i could keep it up for an hour. >50% would have to be bullshit (or be qualified with a lot of "my guess is..."es) because i haven't formally studied this and hell i can't even distinguish all the french phonemes. but i could sound very convincing to people who don't know anything about french or phonotactics!

i bet i could talk about murderbot for an hour. 15% bullshit of the "mmm...that's a reach" variety, but most of my theories are i think pretty well supported.

that poem about the ocean i wrote a few years ago. i recite poetry to myself sometimes when i'm upset or have insomnia or just for funsies, and one time i couldn't fall asleep so i tried reciting this poem but got distracted analyzing it and stayed up an hour explaining it to myself. but i wouldn't have been sleeping anyway so it was fine. generally i should be able to talk for an hour about any poem i've written, as a poem is a dense and intricate system for communicating something, and to communicate that something in another way, or to break down the way in which the poem is communicating it, would be pretty involved. but that one in particular i know i could talk about for an hour because i've done it before. this would be 0% bullshit because i wrote the fuckin thing lol.

paintings of light reflecting off water. one of my favorite topics, however it would be nigh on 80% bullshit because i know nothing about visual art except how it makes me Feel. how does it do what it does, and what techniques are at the artist's disposal to make it do that, and what context is any one painting (or style of painting, or artistic technique, or motif, etc.) in dialogue with? fuck if i know. but boy could i make stuff up about it.

tagging @joelletwo, @qserasera, @uovoc, @grammarpedant, @dangerliesbeforeyou, @opalescent-potato, @treecakes, and @ctl-yuejie but as always no pressure <3

#i could talk about the process of writing a crossword all the livelong day but do i? no. as a favor to you #tag games

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sanguith · 2 months

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Not defending ai art, genuinely asking: does the "If you don't make it with your own hands it doesn't count" argument equally apply to photography, in your opinion? The exact same criticism was leveled against it when cameras started to become widespread, which made me start to think more closely about where I draw the line and why.

(From a Baltimore Sun article:

As early as 1842, a magazine writer was complaining that “the artist cannot compete with the minute accuracy of the Daguerreotype.” By 1859, essayist Charles Baudelaire was denouncing photography as “the mortal enemy of art.”

“If photography is allowed to stand in for art in some of its functions,” Baudelaire fumed, “it will soon supplant or corrupt it completely.”

And a few years later, the writer Hippolyte Fandrin lamented: “I greatly fear that photography has dealt a death blow to art.”)

Again, this is a genuine question. I'm not an AI fan I'm just trying to figure out why people (including myself) treat it differently from other image generation or manipulation methods.

Oh! Thanks for the ask! It prompted a lot of thoughts, actually. This got kinda long, but as a philosophy nerd I like this stuff so buckle up! (I'm purely freestyling this btw, consider it more of a philosophical discussion rather than something based on empirical evidence - nearly impossible to do while discussing what defines "art"):

Yeah photography is real art as much as any other kind of art. I should not have limited it to art only being art if it's produced using hands, but rather mainly involving the creative process of a human consciousness somehow. I think my comment in the tags was more of a way to express the opinion that "AI art will never be human in the same intrinsically valuable way that human-made art is". In my opinion, humanity is intrinsically valuable and therefore the human creative component is integral to art. This creative component can of course look very different depending on the medium.

One could however argue that AI art does involve human intention. It is the human that picks the prompts and evaluates the finished image, after all. As with photography, the human picks an object, frames it, clicks the button and then evaluates and perhaps edits/develops the image. The absolute greatest problem I have with AI art however, which the original post focuses a lot on, is the art theft and the fact that many companies are actually using AI art as a direct replacement for human art.

And AI art can imitate a wide range of styles taken from huge datasets of existing images and create something that looks like an oil painting, a photo, watercolour, digital art, graphite, or written works like poems, articles, etc! So AI art can be everything, with much the same creation process behind it. Photography might have replaced a lot of demand for portrait art and photo-realistic art in society, but that is only one single quite small branch of the overall ocean of genres within art (it perhaps rather expanded on it!) and eventually became a whole branch of its own with many different subgenres.

Some questions that popped up in my head while writing this that I realize might actually be quite difficult to answer (these are for thinking about & discussing only, don't read these questions as me trying to justify anything):

Is the process of writing in prompts for an AI work art? Why/why not?

Is non-human art less valuable than human art? Why/why not?

If AI art is theft, does it disqualify it from being art? If so, what makes it different from human-made art that is directly plagiarizing another person's art?

Is the human process of programming an AI considered art?

How could AI art be produced and used ethically?

My own conclusion from this is that Art is a difficult concept to accurately assign one single universal definition to, and just as with everything in human society, it is constantly evolving. Whether or not it does qualify as art or not at the end of the day, however, it does not change the fact that AI art is currently being used in an unethical way that is having complex and direct real life repercussions on artists.

Again, thanks for the ask!! I love stuff like this and I try to think about it as critically as possible. My own opinion is probably still mostly "AI art bad" but mainly because of the negative effects and the unethical practice.

(Asking "why/why not" is so valuable btw, it allows one to continue asking and answering questions almost endlessly and eventually either arrive at some sort of "root" answer or go around in circles)

#anonymous #asks #ai art #philosophy #(generously applying that tag LOL i am not really a professional philosopher)

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inbetween-life-and-sanity · 7 months

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And I will never say that I'm a good person because nobody can be only one thing.

#writings #one sentence poem #does this qualify as a poem?#being a good person #good person

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johnslittlespoon · 22 days

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It just makes so much sense that you were writing in 2013, you have the unhinged vibe that the golden fics from that era had.

I'm just here to compliment you really lol, mostly because I am giving a try to write a lil something for the first time and god I can only dream of ever being able to write as good as you. I've been writing poems and music for years now but i find writing actual coherent storys with characters and dialogue so so hard.

I was wondering if you have any tips, or like little rules you follow when you write.

all the love, xxx

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I'M GONNA CRYYYY this was the sweetest thing in the world to wake up to wtf wtf <333 thank you SO much, i really appreciate this wahh my heart :'))) but also you are SILLY. don't compare yourself to others!! if we all did that constantly we'd never get anything written!! there are SO many authors i adore on here that will always have me chasing the "i wish i could write like that" feeling and it's a great motivator but alsooo at the end of the day. you gotta fall in love with your own words and characters and stories <33

and i feel that so much!! we are twinsss, i also started out writing poems and music and then realized i had stories i wanted to tell that wouldn't fit in shorter form, then discovered fanfic in middle school in the early '10s and it was all downhill from there LOL. truly such a golden era tho oh my god. growing up reading the hat fic and borderline illegible wattpad stories was certainly... formative!

yapping ahead vv (i don't have much advice bc i'm still just learning as i go but hopefully some stuff i picked up on can be a bit helpful!)

i have zero method to the madness when writing so it's a relief to know it doesn't come off that way LOL but i do have a few little things that i follow and i always look for them when beta–ing as well! they're pretty small technical things and they're generally up to personal preference, but some of them come from authors i admire and i think they can really take anyone's writing up a notch <3

i don't feel qualified to give advice because i'm just raw–dogging everything lmao i've never taken classes or anything, so take all this yapping with a grain of salt bc it's just what's worked for me!

– i try to use descriptors like "the man" or "the blond" or "his friend" etc sparingly. i wish i could remember the source, but i read a great piece about why it's better to just go with the character's name 99% of the time, and then i went through so many of my works to edit them and i felt so much more confident in my writing afterwards– it made a big difference in readability (imo).

ofc there are exceptions, like if the name of a character is unknown, or if there are too many names being thrown around in one sentence and a "the man" or "the soldier" etc just sits nicer. i definitely still use them occasionally! but it does sometimes put some distance between the reader and the story when those descriptors are used too often instead of names, so it's a good thing to keep an eye out for when it comes to flow. sometimes less or more or whateva ??

– sorta on the topic of less is more, i love challenging myself to show vs tell when i can! whether it's by keeping dialogue short and letting actions speak instead (can add to intimacy/realism– we communicate so much through body language yk), through metaphors (literally how my whole '#john egan is dog coded' fic was born LOL), or describing feelings rather than spelling them out (his heart ached vs he was sad, his pulse raced vs he was scared, you get the gist). you said you've been writing poems so i feel like stuff like that would already probably come easily to you tho! <3

– this guide on ao3 is great for smut writers! whether someone's a beginner or just looking for ways to elevate the filth, i found it really helpful, it's a fun read as well lol. it calls out stereotypes/cliches and teaches you how to reword them, gives lists of slang and reactionary words, do's and don't's, etc. i don't follow everything in it but that's the beauty of writing; we all have things that work for us and things that don't and that's so okay. :-)

– in the same way that artists use references to practice and find their style, you can do that with writing too! i know a lot of writers have a doc or note where they jot down stylistic things they find while reading that they'd like to emanate, or words they want to use, specific phrases, descriptors, etc. if i'm reading a fic and find an auditory descriptor i like, i might take note of it, stuff like that. sorta like a text document version of a pinterest board!

– thesaurus.com is my best friend truly. often going with the 'simplest' version of a word makes for smoothest reading so someone isn't taken out of the story being like wtf does that word mean lol but sometimes things can feel repetitive, or like there just needs to be a little bit more spice; i probs go back and forth btwn my doc and thesaurus a dozen times an hour tbh.

that's all i can think of rn and ik those are pretty basic so i'm sorry about that!! i really do just kinda write what evokes emotions in myself, and then i hit post and hope it translates over to whoever is reading too :') drawing from your own experiences if you can/really sitting with what the characters would be feeling in whatever scenario you're writing is probably the most powerful way to present what you see in your mind.

i have a hard time writing about emotions/things i haven't personally experienced, so i usually stray away from it out of fear of not getting across what i want to, but some people are great at winging it and putting themselves in unfamiliar shoes so!! it's again just personal preference really.

and alsooo be kind to yourself! i'm an anxious wreck every time i post any of my writing, i am very much not confident when posting new fics and i agonize over my docs so much and trash a lot of works, but i know at the end of the day i can't grow or learn if i don't get the words down, and i can't get feedback or gain confidence if i don't post. becoming your own hype man and giving yourself the opportunity to improve is essential <33

sooo much love and best of luck!!! lmk if you end up writing smth, i'd love to read it (◠‿◠✿)

#also tentatively offering beta services to mota/sb moots bc i love helping w fics <33 hmu #if i am not super busy i am SAT #this got so long WHOOPS so sorry anon #johnslittlespoon asks #johnslittlespoon yaps

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27paperlilies · 1 year

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I love your poems so much. They are so meaningful and amazing!

Someday i wish to write like you

I have abstract ideas sometimes n i frame a somewhat draft of a poem or a writing piece in my head but when i sit with a paper n pen i dont recall anything or most of it.

What is your process of writing and how do you get different ideas and give them a meaningful form on paper?

Thank you so much!! That truly means the world to me, that's the biggest compliment I could ever get. Probably have ever gotten, I really appreciate it. I'm in no way qualified in my opinion but i hope this helps

My process usually consists of two main parts. Firstly I think of the theme I want to portray/am inspired by, this could be something larger than life like death, gods in despute, or something ordinary like sitting down for a meal that you wish to show in a different light, or perhaps shadow it beyond recognition.

Becoming inspired is always quick work, there is so much to grasp onto, whispers in the air, wings mid flight, even crying after a submissive fight. Having these floating around in your head is sometimes the main issue, fleshing them out is obviously your struggle, so I would suggest using imagery to help you further in setting the bones of your peice, this is another way I find themes, sometimes writing about what you physically see first is easiest, and then branch off in to what your soul feels about what your eyes see.

Then I simply just freewrite, I mainly just do that, i have a theme in mind and i let whatever thoughts appear onto the page. I dont let them flit away, I jot down what's going on upstairs before it has time to slink into the shadows, I would suggest trying to brainstorm on paper, write down these abstract ideas you have, create a moodboard for them, give them life outside your head.

Write what you know and what you don't, but do it from within, what does your soul want to portray. What does life in you want to say. I hope this helps.

#poetry #writing advice #writing tips #writing #writers #how to write #poems and poetry #creative writing #new poets society #poetsandwriters #writer stuff #writers block #ask box #asks open #ask reply #writers corner #writers on writing #27paperlilies

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greekmythcomix · 4 months

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Happy Boxing Day!

If you’ve got a lull, why not try out my WIP project, ‘You Are Odysseus’…

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If you're reading as Homer's Odysseus, you will at least get home.

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daitranscripts · 6 months

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Wicked Eyes and Wicked Hearts Pt. 11

The Servants' Quarters

Wicked Eyes and Wicked Hearts Masterpost First: Gaining an Invitation Previous: Meeting Morrigan

The PC enters the servants’ quarters.

PC: This could be worth checking out

They gather their party and enter the quarters proper. There are numerous corpses lying around.

PC: Must be the elves Briala’s people are looking for. Sera (if present): Whoever did this oughta be down here somewhere.

The party enters the kitchen.

Party comments:

Sera: Caught in the middle of this crap. What fully qualified arsehole stops to kill a cook? Vivienne: They always kill the servants first, my dear. Otherwise, they could run and warn someone. Sera: Oh sure, reasonable, innit? Frigging garbage. Varric: Assassins are a shy lot. Can’t have dangerous bakers raising alarms. Sera: Food was good too. Bastards.

Cole: Breath painful, stabbing, and then real stabbing, lungs full, frothing, scent of apples as it all goes black. Sera: Nobody asked for creepy, alright? Shut it! Solas: They’re already dead. You can’t help them. Don’t let their memory overwhelm you. Dorian: “Death by Apple Pie,” a lovely poem by our dear friend Cole. Varric: These poor sods aren’t doing much of anything, kid. Cole: Not them. The others. They came when they heard the crying. They don’t understand. Repeating noises: sobbing, pleading, prayers. Waiting for answers. Varric: They’ll be waiting a long time, then.

Blackwall: Why kill the servants? They were unarmed. Solas: Because they were in the way, of course. These were minor obstacles in the path to someone’s power. Vivienne: They always kill the servants first, my dear. Otherwise, they could run and warn someone. Sera (if in party): Oh sure, reasonable, innit? Frigging garbage. Vivienne: The defenseless are always the first casualties of war. Varric: Sorry to break it to you, Hero, but this is what they call “collateral damage.” Like a war loan that’s late a few payments. I hope we find the bastard that did this.

Cassandra: Someone will be held accountable for this.

The party continues into a courtyard. The PC crouches to get a better look at the dead body there.

PC: This was no servant. What was he doing here?

Party comments:

Vivienne: This man was a Council of Heralds emissary. Curious to find him here.

Sera: This guy’s way too fancy to belong down here. What’s his story?

Varric: Does this guy seem out of place to anyone else?

Cole: He doesn’t belong. Even if he weren’t dead, he would be wrong.

Party comments:

Blackwall: That knife bears the Chalons family crest. Gaspard’s crest.

Dorian: Is that the Chalons family crest? What have you been up to, Gaspard?

Cassandra: The crest of the Chalons family. Duke Gaspard will answer for this.

Solas: That would appear to be Grand Duke Gaspard’s insignia on the dagger. How curious.

PC: Is that… Gaspard’s family crest on the hilt of that dagger?

PC: Time to have a word with the duke.

The party hears screaming. An elven woman is being chased by the harlequin assassin, who vanishes after attacking her. Venatori rush into the courtyard.

PC: Venatori agents! PC: That must be the Venatori leader.

They fight until the Venatori are defeated.

PC: The Venatori were watching this approach. They’re organized.

The party continues through the area and into the grand apartments while fighting Venatori, arriving at a door at the end of the hall. The PC unlocks it and picks up an elven locket.

Party comments:

Vivienne: An elven locket, stored away in a palace safe. Unwise, Celene.

Sera: (Snerks.) The empress can’t give up her pretty thing.

Solas: Is that elven? Odd to find it here.

Dorian: Well, well, Her Imperial Majesty has a fondness for elven keepsakes, I see.

PC: An elven locket is a strange thing to have hidden away in a safe in the empress’s palace.

Party comments:

Varric: I’ll admit: I didn’t think the empress was this sentimental.

Blackwall: A token of affection from… happier times. Celene must still care for Briala.

Cole: Stored sorrow, hidden hurts. She couldn’t throw it away.

The party continues, chasing the harlequin.

Next: Briala to the Rescue

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milkywayes · 4 months

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Pspsps roll me something from the non mass effect side of the wip folder pls? [chinhands] maybe one you're super attached to or excited about!!

damn I really didn't anticipate that anyone would care but sure! Yeah! Thanks!

The one I'm most attached to and determined to actually goddamn finish one day is a Kirk/Bones Star Trek AOS fic I started in like 2019. It's called "the gossamer thread, flung" which is also the best title I've ever come up with that isn't a song lyric. It modifies the Walt Whitman poem a noiseless, patient spider.

It's supposed to have 3 acts and I got as far as the end of act 1.

If you'd like to read a snippet I'm all too happy to oblige:

Spock casts one long look at Jim’s stretched-out form, then rises back to his full height. “DRS, I presume, stands for ‘Delayed Radiation Sickness’?” “The one, the only.” “Given that you are the crew’s highest-qualified medical professional—” Leonard can’t listen to this. “Prolonged exposure is a risk I’m taking and one that I am, in fact, expected to take. No reason to let it get both of us.” He sighs. He doesn’t know what to make of this new trend of having to explain things that Spock is already perfectly aware of. Concern, again, probably. Can’t expect a Vulcan to know what to do with that. “Can’t we chuck the artifact downhill if you can’t beam with it? That would be a balm to my soul right now.” A short pause. Leonard glances up only to find himself on the receiving end of a head tilt. Slowly, Spock says, “Not unless you prefer Jim having gone through this, as he would say, ‘for nothing.’” “Damn him,” says Leonard lowly. The breeze that sweeps over the red hills laid out at their feet catches in the strands of hair sticking to Jim’s forehead, and the motion somehow makes him look even less alive: a body left out for the elements, still and uncaring of their touch. “Fine,” he says, his eyes on the shallow rise and fall of Jim’s chest. His voice sounds flat even to his own ears. “I’ll bring it. Don’t leave us down here too long—we needed that shuttle yesterday.” If he expected Spock to argue about the logic of that sentence, he is sorely disappointed. All he says is, “Understood.” Footsteps leading away, slightly off-balance in the deep sand, and then: the clack of a communicator being opened. It’s a while until the beep that signals a successful-enough connection to subspace. Leonard does not know he’s going to speak until his mouth is already open. He can’t bring himself to look away from Jim’s chest. “Spock, I’ll…” He doesn’t know, really. It could be: I’ll look after Jim. Could be: I’ll bring him home. Most likely, and most honestly, it’s: I’ll try. Low voices, and the comm snaps back shut. Spock catches alight in the corner of his eye, the Enterprise’s transporters working their dubious magic. His voice is already half-whisked away when he says, “I would not expect any differently, Leonard.” And then they’re alone.

#I'm on my laptop now so I'm capitalizing things again #it was so hard to pick a snippet for this bc everything was a candidate but here ya go #thanks for asking!#ask meme #ask

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