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minecraft-fanfiction-house · 1 month

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My minecrafty rolly chair scraped every art from latest to popular- (I can still find more, Yay!)

The dopamine is fed from my own horrendus persnal work that i love making. As you can tell from my Obsidian notes,

and agretious titles. It is drenched with scrambled chapters (Attempt to be in order), lores, in-story mods, culture, history and percieved history, multiple fanfiction ideas(Not include the ones in my tumblr drafts that i should move to obsidian oneshots), Character ideas, besides the photo book of tumblr and inspiratinal stuff with a word of the day for name ideas.

Loading screen title is literally what i planned on changing, because 'Minecraft Legends' right, that was on a diffrent game, meaning, to me at least. It would be like BCE(Before Common Era) aNd the loading screen history checkmarks would be CE(Common Era)...

History lessons arnt going to go into that much detail, im just rambling something id change, to make sense.. .

I guess thats it, uhhhh, i have drafts about it, and about random stuff and faes you know. And illager whichs. (Cool story irignater with the faes)

also ask me about the titles of my folder, just know some are misleading like my cults in civiliaztion. Technically, the main character knows a lot about history and past civilization- they just end up getting into a lot of cults from a single kidnapping non-cult related... You know what i take it back, the titles fitting.

Anytime they try talking on why their like that, which can be as simple or as cute or violent as an action, end up being off-putting information to others. I MEAN! Just ask me about the lore of the continent they live in, I will give the pin point of why the illager soceity they live in is known as a crossed sword heirarchy.

(Their are other neighboring illager, ones a small pirate island off coast those are usally diverse with all types pf criminals, and we talk that much about villagers]

Im telling yeah, i havnt made a map. Oh yeah and that im deranged about this lore. Plus i love heirarchies, i just wished they were shaped diffrently from a pyramid, so I had the cross swords that were a carpet pattern. I am quite happy with it, not gonna lie. It was originally a double edged sword of feral children, 'oh you want me to be violet so bad' but that could be for another illager soceity. I just love complications ^^

This was a longer ramble than i initated, have a lovely day. Understanding of what im sayning or not. ♥︎

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chrliekclly · 2 months

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@dontget2close i appreciate it bt i dnt rly write fic no lol :') i jst do random tidbits of shit tht pops nto my head n comic form or write out ideas n th notes completely unorganizedly;;;

#sorrrryyyyyy i dnt rly DO fic like. i dont read it or write it #iv thought abt doing more longform comics w written interludes? like a fic comic combo? so tht i dnt hav to draw as mch lmfao #bt idk im so lazy nd i suck basically :) but i rly do appreciate th thought! maybe someday #lotta thoughts n my head #replies #dontget2close

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penname-artist · 2 years

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Related subject to my previous post but this is just my fic updates in general here:

I'm actually really surprised that I haven't finished anything since my latest update. I mean, it's not like I'm on any sort of schedule, but I do have several pieces that are in the home stretch, they're just not *quite* to completion yet, and I haven't really had any major motivations to finish them. Like it's there, just. I'm not picking them up.

Now, that said, I have had plenty of new fic ideas. Just, not current fic ones. 'Privacy Lesson' - which has just been updated to an actual mini series called 'More Bang for your Buck' - is among those that is close to a second chapter but we are just not quite there yet and I'm not really getting any pulls from the muse to, you know, tie it up. (Figuratively. Although, in this series that's not a far assumption...)

I have quite a few other pieces that I'm just gonna describe as "in fragments" because they are not being written off of a traditional start to finish format. These are namely my bigger* projects which are 'Blindfall', a Smokejumper-centric series, and 'Sweet Child of Mine', the prequel of Blindfall, and basically Cabbie's whole ass backstory (or the really interesting bits, anyways). [*When I say 'bigger' I don't exactly mean larger by word count, although that may also be present. With these particular two fics, bigger mainly refers to them being much more difficult stories for me to write, given the amount of time I need for research.

Blindfall is an overarching storyline which, while focusing on Pinecone, does include the crossed over stories of all five main Smokejumpers, PLUS Cabbie, PLUS other family people, PLUS other Smokejumpers. And in the case of SCM, well...military topics are both not my forté and a generalized area of trauma trigger sensitivity. You can rest assured I'll be covering that part of Cabbie's life as lightly as physically possible; there's only one thing that happened in that time that's relevant and important. Other than that? Hard pass. This series is mostly about his upbringing and "father", and also his relation to the SJ because that's important. ANYWAYS now that I've blabbed on about that for too long]

I've also been dabbling off and on with various AUs, and it's kind of a hit and miss process; some of them are really fun to play in, some of them are fun but just too time consuming to really write. No idea whether I'm actually going to complete the drabble of one of those with personal meaning, but it does exist in some manner now.

There's some I really want to start too but I just haven't found the strength to just make another whole ass series or actually, you know, put in effort into things. I still want to do a Flysenhower and Kittyhawk 'Our Flag Means Death' AU, but it may end up more like drawings and attached mini stories as opposed to any kind of actual one-shot. I love the idea, I just. Don't want to do that much work, lol. But unless someone has any further ideas for it I really don't have any ideas beyond "Kitty Stede and Flysenbeard". Because gay pirates.

Okay all of those aside, I have more on my plate but I'm just too lazy to dig in my brain files for memories of where they're all at word wise. I have some drabbles prepped for Tumblr here in the coming "eventually"s, but for now, I'm making shit slowly and unorganizedly (trust me that is 100% a word) but eventually I will dump some kind of content at your doorstep.

I cannot guarantee that it will not be another kink thing or a pointless PWP, but. Content nonetheless.

I sleep now.

Til morrow, yadayada

-Pen

#updates #fic update #fanfiction #disney planes #disneyplanes #planes fire and rescue #disney planes 2

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film-academy-jason-crouch · 10 months

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Film Academy Journal 1 - Jason Crouch

To start off, I had a really fun time today (07/06/2023) and also learned a lot! I got to try out how it feels to be an AD (Assistant Director) on set! I also enjoyed trying out the slate/clap board as well as trying to keep everyone on schedule.

I think that today was a good learning opportunity for my group because a lot of us did not realize how much time went into just a single scene. We kind of started telling ourselves that if we plan on doing something we better make sure we have at least twice as much time as we think we need, or rather, assume that any given action will take twice as long as we think.

As for the picture I chose, I really liked how all of the leaves (?) were all very similarly shaped but also pointed out in random directions, almost making them unorganizedly organized if that makes any sense. I also kind of like how they are almost accented with a lighter color on the edges but a more vibrant green on the inside.

#film #ucla #course

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toomanytaterthoughts · 3 years

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I’ve seen Les Mis a few times now, but it just hit me for the first time how inexperienced and afraid the barricade boys really are. Enjolras tries to put on a brave face but you can see the fear and dread in his eyes (bravo Aaron Tveit). They all just scramble unorganizedly out of the cafe onto the makeshift barricade where they stand trembling. It just hit me that each and every one of the barricade boys knew what the end result of the rebellion was, but they fought past that fear and stood up on that barricade because they knew what they were doing and they believed in a world where dying wasn't the only way to make a difference. They willingly died so France’s freedom didn't have to.

#les miserables #les mis #les miz #enjolras #aaron tveit #barricade boys #victor hugo

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damester13 · 5 years

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Entry #15 - (Leave) 09/13/19

In my entries about my college journey, Maybe I glossed them with too much of the good stuff in it. While all those good things actually happened to me, we all know by now that I have already lost all of those. No matter how much of good things they were, it's nothing but just memories now. So now I will detail my last few months in Cainta.

Last year's Christmas was probably the saddest of all 21 Christmases I've had. Ever since I stopped functioning during our Finals week, I've been skipping meals more intensely and Christmas Eve was no different. I also turned off all communications with other people for a while. My coping mechanism switch was lit green. I just didn't want to have to deal with anyone at that point. I was filled with shame and disappointment, that I feel like interacting with people will just force me to be "okay" temporarily. From there, I just wanted to give up, primarily my journey as a college student. But at this point, it's extremely petty of me to give up this early, right? Right. I needed an excuse to run in my head and in other people's, too. So why not apply for a LoA status for 1 sem and figure out where things will go from here? And I did just that, but not exactly.

To tell you the truth, there was some bits of geniune hope that my LoA period will bring some positive results. I intended to stay in Cavite for the full extent of my Leave for the change in environment, and plan to shift to Education course when I get back. Of course, my aunt didn't accept that at first, so I just had to make a compromise with her. I said that I'll spend my Leave considering my option to stay in Pol Sci as well. I never did it though, but I had to say it just so I will be allowed to push through. Again, Pol Sci is such a wonderful course. Unfortunately, it's not what's for me. From here on and out, somehow things didn't go as planned for me.

As I've said earlier, there was a glimmer of hope in this decision, but things went differently when it started to become busy at home. There was an ongoing construction for our new garage and my aunts were constantly going out to do whatever they were doing. Since the rest of the people apart from me and Lola were not at home during the day, I was very much needed to be at home all the time to "watch over" my lola and the construction workers in case they might need something. My plan to leave for Cavite was put on hold until the time came when I wasn't just up for it anymore. You see, even after the construction was over, we kept having visitors over and over again. I was a complete shut-in, so leaving my room with tons of visitors outside was a tightrope I'm not willing to walk on. It was just very hard for me to find a good chance to ask for permission and leave the house.

It kept going on and on like that until one day, I just woke up with not even a single pint of hope and positivity to be found in me. Along with that, any vision of a good future for me was also gone. I consider myself a positive thinker. Even with a bad coping mechanism when things fuck up, as long as I can see a chance for things to get better, I will find myself being okay one way or another. But now, everything is just dark. I cannot see anything at all. I kept telling myself, "Something was there before." But now, I can't even remember what it was anymore.

During these times, I kept going on and off with interacting with people. I am very much conflicted with how I view my friends at that point. I think they were just big distractions to me. All their happy, sad, or even random stories are just for me to temporarily forget my own reality. I committed to talk to these people when they need someone to talk to but it wasn't easy for me to listen to them without thinking of how unfair life is for me. Regardless, I remained as a "true" friend to them until the very end. I'm sorry.

The tables have turned completely and I just can't recognize my situation anymore. This wasn't how things are meant to go. Or perhaps, it was? At this point, it doesn't matter. Things have been going downhill for a long time now that it just feels like any bad thing that happens to me is just a part of an endless streak of unfortunate events. Somewhere along the line, I just decided to finally give up for real.

I began my plan to officially drop out of college. I did say "plan" but given the lack of vision that I have, I really didn't have much apart from planning to permanently stay in Cavite. As for my primary "excuse", I just don't think I can pursue something that I have no motivation for. Me staying in UP will just be an utter waste of time and financial resources if this goes on.

I asked several friends of mine for their opinions and advice regarding this decision because I recognize my state of mind isn't as optimal as it should be at that time. Their opinions varied quite a bit, but the bottom line of most of them was that "It's up to me." Personally, I dislike this a lot purely because I think I'm very much aware of that fact. I ask for people's take on my problem because I want to know what THEY want for me, what THEY think the better choice is for me. I ask those because those are the things that I do not know yet. Anyway, I still valued their words as I work my mind around things. Thank you.

Finally, with all these said and done, I still had to ask for my aunts' GO signal if I intend to push through this path. If our talk about my LoA ended up in a compromise, this time I cannot compromise anything anymore. I was going to keep convicing them until they're finally okay with it. But my emotions were the ones that gave up first. My aunts kept pushing for me to enroll the next semester even if I was already a week late in the enrollment period. Their persistence was just as I expected but hearing it directly iritated me so much that I just lashed out on them.

"You just don't understand me at all! At this point, I feel like I might end up killing myself someday!" I shouted.

That was the first time I ever mentioned that to anyone directly.

I suddenly found it hard to breathe.

My hands were shaking.

I wasn't able to talk.

I shed no tears but my heart was crying.

I realized that I was no longer capable of having a conversation with them so I stormed out of the room.

My legs were numb.

The numbness went all over my body.

I couldn't bend my knees at all.

I had to penguin-walk towards my room.

I fell on my bed without bending a single joint.

I felt weak.

This went on for at least 10 minutes until I finally calmed down.

That was my last conversation with them. 2 days later, I finally left the household and now I'm here in Cavite.

In the end, I committed a lot of mistakes yet again. I wasn't able to convince my aunts regarding my decision. I wasn't able to meet a couple of friends before I left for Cavite. I wasn't able to officially drop out and now I'm in an indefinite period of unofficial leave.

If this is a story of my greatest comeback of all time, oh how great that would be. But I don't want to stupidly believe in such unlikely thing. I'm sorry.

Extra stories:

For reference: I incurred an Academic Delinquency tag and was put on a Probationary status for not passing more than 50 percent of my total units in one sem. In that sem, I only passed 2 of my Japanese classes (obviously because of my prior background), and my Econ class because of a curve I think. Also, 1 of the Japanese classes isn't technically creditted to me since I already had 5 out of 6 cognate courses done in my curriculum.

For the record, I don't care about my grades as long as they're not failing. Maybe even if I fail a couple, I wouldn't mind. But what I do mind is the implication of the strings of failures especially when concentrated in one semester. It definitely tells something about me and my current path. I felt like I had to step back and I did, permanently.

While I was in UP processing my LoA application, I met a girl who was also settling her Academic Delinquency status. She was hospitalized during finals week resulting to her failing all her classes back then. I honestly felt much more disappointed in myself since she was still determined to keep pushing through even after such an inevitable setback. I hope she's getting closer to her finish line by now.

During my Leave, I intended to study and take the N4 level in JLPT which is the official examination to determine one's Japanese proficiency level. I did study "unorganizedly" for a few months, but eventually lost interest and gave up. I lost sight of whatever purpose there was for pursuing it. I just saw it as a way to distract myself.

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bigcitydetective · 7 years

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Paper Trail

@alostbearinshibuya

The lunch break was a sacred time for Tohru Adachi. Besides the food aspect, it was time away from the office, a place filled with older detectives all jumping at the slightest open time in his schedule to push upon him more of their own work. In turn, his lunch break was also the only open time in his schedule that was his, and his alone.

Haha! My time! My break! Watch me eat right in front of you, and you can’t do anything about it!

The junior detective briskly walks out of the entrance to the subway, rushing to maximize his free time while continually mentally shoving his free time into his coworkers’ faces. However, somebody’s leg meets his shin, and he stumbles over them. He sees the tile coming up to meet his face, and he falls on top of his case. The case’s hard corners and sides press into his ribs, cracking open the case’s clasp in the process.

“Ah! So sorry! Are you ok?”

His case files starts spilling out. He quickly scrambles up to his feet and picks up his papers with a sort of madness.

So sorry? Yeah, tell that to my case files! Watch it next time before I- No. It was my fault. I should apologize- I should have fixed my case this weekend when I had the time, but guess what I didn’t-

Adachi didn’t know who he tripped over, and he didn’t turn around while responding. Instead, he shouts over his shoulder, while rushing away,

“Sorry- I’m fine!”

Adachi sprints away, clutching his case and his papers to his chest as he went. He couldn’t clean up his mess in the middle of the crowd- these documents were all private information for his work! He probably looked like a laughingstock, what with him running down the sidewalk holding his case like it was the last thing he owned. The man could feel the hard leather of his case pressing down on his chest again as his grip tightens to hold the papers down. The detective attempts to control all the sheets falling around his hands and out of his briefcase, his fingers tightening around the sheets of paper to no avail. He nearly drops his papers by the time he got to the nearest bench. Thankfully, he didn’t drop anything else.

Adachi plops down and sighs. He immediately opens the case, shifting his work around while holding down the loose papers with his palm. He unorganizedly starts stacking the pages and stuffing these stacks into his case, all the while muttering to himself the same thing:

“Dammit, dammit, dammit…”

After what was about a minute of organization, he quickly gets up from the bench, closes his case, and starts to leave. However, the detective is immediately distracted by somebody bearing towards him holding a paper. Damn, that’s a bottle blonde if he ever saw one. Also, are they holding a page from one of his case files? He could have sworn he got them all…

#alostbearinshibuya #I think the person he trips over is teddie #but #you can also decide #i think that that would be the best way for teddie to notice adachi #also “bearing” was a completely unintentional pun #also please dont feel like you have to meet this length #:)

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