Me, the author, handing my characters the summary of my expectations of them for this chapter
"Okay, you guys got it? Everyone clear on what's supposed to happen?"
Lots of paper shuffling and exchanging looks between them.
"Yeah, we're not gonna do that." Proceeds to laugh and rip up the paper
Me, standing there awkwardly as they go and do whatever the fuck they want
"Cool, cool...I'll just uh, be over here if you guys need anything then."
Them: 🖕🏼
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Sometimes tumblr really is just you and a bunch of very talented writers, and everyone's really really hoping someone decides to read your fic that day, no matter how inadequate you feel about whether you belong in the group or not...
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I AM THE DUNGEON
Week 4 January 16-22
So this was an interesting week! I pulled the Wheel of Fortune three days in a row, despite shuffling the cards well and such (these things do tend to happen, such is the way of it all).
I remember not liking what I was writing, but typing it up here, it's not that bad actually? Funny how that works.
I've also noticed that my writing is sharpening, and it's brought a nice sense of sharp poetry to my ttrpg design work in general. Very cool!
We're almost at the end of the month, and I'm pretty confident about continuing this creative habit. (PbtA23 is another story, but I'm pretty much caught up for now, and will be uploading those entries soon!)
Knight of Coins - She follows a path marked by light and shadow, and in the darkness her determination grows and becomes sharp golden.
A coin earned for every mile, and the miles have stretched and flowed on and on with no end in sight.
When I met the Knight, my love, she reminded me so much of you. Her scars of gold covered by rich fabric, her rough hands webbed within fine gloves. She wore her pain well, wore it proudly, like you my love.
Close your eyes that I may lay a coin on each them, a knight's journey across your face. Close your eyes, my love, and dream of the miles that wait for you.
10 of Coins - Treasure, spend Whispers to gain it
The room is full of cherished things lost to time. In the dazzling false light they refract and shift brilliantly, changing shape and context. Spend a Whisper and declare which recovered item changes within the shadows of your heart.
4 of Swords
There is nothing here. Miles of soft colorless light, the stream of becoming for a dream forms. A small gray bird looks at you and asks, "What of your life do you dream into existence?"
Knight of Wands - Obstacle: Birth, a Test of Intention.
The insides of your body give way, give birth, give form, to fire. The dance of creation moves you, demanding intention. What does your fire give birth to? What must burn away to awaken desire?
The High Priestess - Faction: Moon Seers
The High Priestess of the Eclipsed Moon attends to you, the dancing veil across his features shifting between shades of grey. What secrets do you offer in order to rewrite your perspective of reality?
Wheel of Fortune - Persona: The Reincarnated Self
Regain Whispers. You step through a door that refracts into countless spheres. In the flow of time - arced and never ending - you see an endless stream of iteration and refraction of yourself.
Wheel of Fortune (again)
Each version of you is drenched in color and motion, gender and identity coming apart like flowers caught in a storm. Who reaches out to you and pulls you into dance?
Wheel of Fortune (yes, again)
When the last of the dance shivers and aches into the stillness of solitude, what version of you is left?
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