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every time I drink ramune I have the deep desire to crack open the bottle to get to the marble. I just wanna do it at least once to get it out of my system
Another thing I love in fiction is when dialogue immediately echoes the same phrasing used in the narration. It can be startling and funny.
Ex.:
As they made their way back to the car, Farad felt the prickle of eyes upon him. He looked around and spotted the culprits—perched on the roof of a van, a gaggle of dour-faced teenagers was watching them judgmentally.
“Don’t look now,” he whispered to his companion, “But a gaggle of dour-faced teenagers is watching us judgementally.”
Did you know that you can make fake 3D pixel art in Blender by just like turning anti-aliasing off?? And pixelizing post-effects? Sounds super simple but it took me forever to figure it out.
-Sleeping in the Forrest-
“i went to the forest to bathe my soul”
The Three Dragons, or, Repentence, Revelry, and the Hero Resolve (a tale of Onde)
So when I offered to go telling stories from my D&D game the other, I got several votes for the elves, and I wrote that one out, but several people were also very interested in the dragons, and, well. The Hero Resolve is one of my very favorite not-technically-a-god-but-honestly-might-as-well-be NPCs in this game, and making up folklore for a world that doesn’t exist is pretty damn awesome, so–
Once upon a time, there were three evil dragons.
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In a weird place between wanting quarantine to end because my mental health is absolutely spiraling, and hoping quarantine continues because I can’t imagine going back into functioning society again.
the earth right before sunrise is filled with an implacable energy i want to be surrounded by constantly
had a brief existential crisis when I dropped a super mutant from afar only to find a dog bowl and toys strewn around beside his corpse. i just killed a dog’s owner and i
OK OK OK but in re: this AU I wrote about this morning.
Imagine: Vader, an idiot, exchanges letters with this mysterious person (who is obviously Obi-Wan) for like, years. Obi-Wan, of course, is a lonely hermit at this time, and Full of Regrets About Things Left Unsaid, and figures A) Anakin is probably never going to figure out who he is anyways, B) no one’s ever going to read these stupid letters, and so C) even though Romance and being extremely over the top about feelings about whatnot is not really Obi-Wan’s jam, damnit, he’s not going to leave anything else unsaid. (He also maybe subconsciously hopes that maybe there’s still a way for him to get through to Anakin.)
So he writes letters. Letters that are flowery as hell and increasingly deeply romantic and eventually include tasteful and yet extremely erotic descriptions of Making Love. Anakin, on the other end of the damn universe, IS A PILE OF GOO. Who IS this person, and why does he seem to know how to push EVERY BUTTON ANAKIN HAS??? It’s almost like this person can read his mind, or that they’ve met in another life! (Anakin is, naturally, still preoccupied with trying to raise Padme from the dead during all of this, but he figures when he succeeds at that, he and Padme can go find this mystery boyfriend of his and they can all live happily ever after.)
And then one day, out of nowhere, the letters stop. And Anakin is distraught. Did something happen to his beloved? Surely he couldn’t have been on Alderaan somehow, right?! And on top of dealing with all of this, Obi-Wan’s dead now, and he’s got some complicated feelings about that, too. He sinks even further into the Dark Side, now convinced he’ll never be happy again.
And then eventually of course Luke saves the day, and then Anakin saves the day, and then Anakin gets to be a ghost, and there’s Obi-Wan again.
(Obi-Wan probably greets him with a few select lines from – in his opinion – one of his better sonnets. Anakin damn near faints, and Obi-Wan tries not to die a second time laughing that Anakin literally NEVER FIGURED OUT IT WAS HIM WRITING THE LETTERS ALL THOSE YEARS. Then there’s probably a lot of making out. The End.)
Oh, you were usurped by your scheming uncle? Boo fucking hoo. Not all of us are fortunate enough to have anything worth usurping. Just be glad you actually have family that’s involved in your life: I don’t want to hear about your rich people problems.
LISTEN,
the very CONCEPT of bodyguards is so narratively juicy and excellent, and I don’t just mean like “character x is character y’s bodyguard so they can be in the same place and fall in love”, I mean the protectiveness, the tension of trying to balance personal and professional, the unified dichotomy of devoted guardian/loyal servant! the power dynamic.
and even platonically speaking?? again: loyalty!! personal/professional!! the sheer delight of watching someone kick righteous ass in defense of their principal!! honestly it’s even good when the two people in question hate each other. it’s always good. write more bodyguards into your stuff, I’ll read it.
Gallows Humour
Humans are Space Orcs writing prompt.
“We who think we are about to die will laugh at anything.” ― Terry Pratchett, Night Watch
The darker, more dangerous, and dire, the situation, the more likely you are to have a human being making a joke, in bad taste, about it.
“First the doctor told me the good news: I was going to have a disease named after me.” ― Steve Martin
It’s called Gallows Humour and is a psychological coping mechanism for coping with the dire situation, especially when you think, or feel, you’re about to die. “The ego refuses to be distressed by the provocations of reality, to let itself be compelled to suffer. It insists that it cannot be affected by the traumas of the external world.” - Sigmund Freud.
In addition to relieving stress, gallows humour has the added social benefit of boosting morale and camaraderie. It also undermines the confidence of the enemy. If you are in a foxhole being bombed by artillery and the enemy hears you laughing or singing songs, well, they realize they’re not doing a very good job of killing you, or at the very least, making you pants-peeing terrified.
At his public execution, the murderer William Palmer is said to have looked at the trapdoor on the gallows and asked the hangman, “Are you sure it’s safe?”
Imagine the reactions of aliens who see humans in a life or death situation, or actually about to die because of execution or injury, yet we’re cracking bad jokes or singing ironic songs, like “Always Look on The Bright Side of Life” by Monty Python.
To them, we’re either insane or unshakable. Or both.
“My wallpaper and I are fighting a duel to the death. One or the other of us has to go.” –Oscar Wilde
A lot of deep sea creatures are coloured red, but since the colour blends in so well with dark water it just ends up looking black or dark blue.
In short, combined with the horn-like crown, submerged home, and pitchfork/trident, Poseidon is just another name for the Devil.
Bruce isn’t actually a human in the fantasy AU. But for the sake of this great Ask.
What if Bruce was Human While Dick is a merman and Jason a yet-to-be-vampire. - There would be water EVERYwhere in the manor. - Bruce spend most of his free time taking care of Dick, he still wears shirt and pants even if it’s wasted because he’ll end up in the pool or dripping wet. -Think about poor Alf trying to clean up really. - Jason was human before the Lazarus Pit. He had dormant Vampire genes which makes him faster, stronger, see in the dark. (there was actually no reason to keep him from the robin mantle) - Jason now has a brother which is a fucking fish. It’s Hilarious, Dick would finally find someone who could keep up with how fast he is in the Water. - On a very serious and angsty tone, medias would go wild on why Bruce Wayne would adopt a merman or a tiny bodybuilder. On which he would response by hosting charity to fight against Black market.
Some fun pureblood biology headcanons: - Force Lightning users sometimes get staticky when they’re excited or angry - Those little ridges are vestigial fins used to regulate temperature during the hot summers that used to occur on prehistoric Korriban. They get the Sith equivalent of “goosebumps” when their ridges flare up in the heat - Sith babies purr when they are content. For adults it is less common and seen as immature, but to most aliens it’s ridiculously cute - Sith have two livers and as a result can drink most other species under the table - Forked tongues are rare but seen as attractive. Some eccentrics undergo surgery to get the “perfect split” - Sith have a tapetum lucidum (reflective animal eye). Some Sith don’t like taking pictures with the flash enabled for this reason. - Some less common sugars have a mild hallucinogenic effect on Sith. It’s sometimes known as a “sugar rush”, but it differs from the human definition. - Sith have semi-retractable “claws”. However, they can typically only extend them a few millimeters. - Sith are basically lizard cats - Knocking things off of desks and licking random bugs are common impulses - Hate Water So Muhchhhch…..it bad
Mel’s Big Fantasy Place-Name Reference
So I’ve been doing lots of D&D world-building lately and I’ve kind of been putting together lists of words to help inspire new fantasy place names. I figured I’d share. These are helpful for naming towns, regions, landforms, roads, shops, and they’re also probably useful for coming up with surnames. This is LONG. There’s plenty more under the cut including a huge list of “fantasy sounding” word-parts. Enjoy!
Towns & Kingdoms
town, borough, city, hamlet, parish, township, village, villa, domain
kingdom, empire, nation, country, county, city-state, state, province, dominion
Town Name End Words (English flavored)
-ton, -ston, -caster, -dale, -den, -field, -gate, -glen, -ham, -holm, -hurst, -bar, -boro, -by, -cross, -kirk, -meade, -moore, -ville, -wich, -bee, -burg, -cester, -don, -lea, -mer, -rose, -wall, -worth, -berg, -burgh, -chase, -ly, -lin, -mor, -mere, -pool. -port, -stead, -stow, -strath, -side, -way, -berry, -bury, -chester, -haven, -mar, -mont, -ton, -wick, -meet, -heim, -hold, -hall, -point
Buildings & Places
castle, fort, palace, fortress, garrison, lodge, estate, hold, stronghold, tower, watchtower, palace, spire, citadel, bastion, court, manor, house
altar, chapel, abbey, shrine, temple, monastery, cathedral, sanctum, crypt, catacomb, tomb
orchard, arbor, vineyard, farm, farmstead, shire, garden, ranch
plaza, district, quarter, market, courtyard, inn, stables, tavern, blacksmith, forge, mine, mill, quarry, gallows, apothecary, college, bakery, clothier, library, guild house, bath house, pleasure house, brothel, jail, prison, dungeon, cellar, basement, attic, sewer, cistern
lookout, post, tradepost, camp, outpost, hovel, hideaway, lair, nook, watch, roost, respite, retreat, hostel, holdout, redoubt, perch, refuge, haven, alcove, haunt, knell, enclave, station, caravan, exchange, conclave
port, bridge, ferry, harbor, landing, jetty, wharf, berth, footbridge, dam, beacon, lighthouse, marina, dockyard, shipyard
road, street, way, row, lane, trail, corner, crossing, gate, junction, waygate, end, wall, crossroads, barrier, bulwark, blockade, pavilion, avenue, promenade, alley, fork, route
Time & Direction
North, South, East, West, up, down, side, rise, fall, over, under
Winter, Spring, Summer, Autumn, solstice, equanox, vernal, ever, never
dusk, dawn, dawnrise, morning, night, nightfall, evening, sundown, sunbreak, sunset
lunar, solar, sun, moon, star, eclipse
Geographical Terms
Cave, cavern, cenote, precipice, crevasse, crater, maar, chasm, ravine, trench, rift, pit
Cliff, bluff, crag, scarp, outcrop, stack, tor, falls, run, eyrie, aerie
Hill, mountain, volcano, knoll, hillock, downs, barrow, plateau, mesa, butte, pike, peak, mount, summit, horn, knob, pass, ridge, terrace, gap, point, rise, rim, range, view, vista, canyon, hogback, ledge, stair, descent
Valley, gulch, gully, vale, dale, dell, glen, hollow, grotto, gorge, bottoms, basin, knoll, combe
Meadow, grassland, field, pasture, steppe, veld, sward, lea, mead, fell, moor, moorland, heath, croft, paddock, boondock, prairie, acre, strath, heights, mount, belt
Woodlands, woods, forest, bush, bower, arbor, grove, weald, timberland, thicket, bosk, copse, coppice, underbrush, hinterland, park, jungle, rainforest, wilds, frontier, outskirts
Desert, dunes, playa, arroyo, chaparral, karst, salt flats, salt pan, oasis, spring, seep, tar pit, hot springs, fissure, steam vent, geyser, waste, wasteland, badland, brushland, dustbowl, scrubland
Ocean, sea, lake, pond, spring, tarn, mere, sluice, pool, coast, gulf, bay
Lagoon, cay, key, reef, atoll, shoal, tideland, tide flat, swale, cove, sandspit, strand, beach
Snowdrift, snowbank, permafrost, floe, hoar, rime, tundra, fjord, glacier, iceberg
River, stream, creek, brook, tributary, watersmeet, headwater, ford, levee, delta, estuary, firth, strait, narrows, channel, eddy, inlet, rapids, mouth, falls
Wetland, marsh, bog, fen, moor, bayou, glade, swamp, banks, span, wash, march, shallows, mire, morass, quag, quagmire, everglade, slough, lowland, sump, reach
Island, isle, peninsula, isthmus, bight, headland, promontory, cape, pointe, cape
More under the cut including: Color words, Animal/Monster related words, Rocks/Metals/Gems list, Foliage, People groups/types, Weather/Environment/ Elemental words, Man-made Items, Body Parts, Mechanical sounding words, a huge list of both pleasant and unpleasant Atmospheric Descriptors, and a huge list of Fantasy Word-parts.
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Six years working with child protective services should have taught him to keep a straight face even when confronted with the weirdest situations, but the social worker has to admit that he’s struggling right now. He looks down at his papers for a moment and then back up at his visitors.
No, the pointed ears are still there. So are the just slightly sharper teeth in their hopeful smiles. In fact, they look exactly the way they do in the stories. Right down to the emerald green eyes.
“Excuse me,” he says, nervously clearing his throat. “Could you go over that for me one more time?”
“Certainly! We would like to apply to be foster parents.”
“Right…” The social worker looks anxiously from one of the couple to the other. “But…but you’re fae.” He really doesn’t know a way to be delicate about this fact.
“Oh you noticed!” the one on the right says. (The couple introduced themselves as Mr. and Mrs. Peters, but he doesn’t remember who was who and as far as he is concerned their appearance gives him no clue whatsoever.)
“Well, yes,” he says uncomfortably. “And this being the case, I did wonder…”
The Mx. Peters (surely that can’t be their real name) on the left nods understandingly. “Of course, it’s quite alright, we do understand. But you see, the whole changeling thing doesn’t really appeal to us at all.”
“Taking care of a human child sounds wonderful!” their partner smiles brightly. “And we have plenty of room to love one or two more! But we simply refuse to give ours away, and that is regrettably a big part of the changeling business.”
“Your children?” the social worker blinks.
“Yes,” the parents beam proudly. “Two of them,” one of them adds. “A wee one of barely four summers and our eldest, who is nearly eight.”
The other smiles enthusiastically. “It is preferred for foster parents, is it not, to already have children of one’s own?”
The social worker pulls himself together. “Yes,” he says. “Yes it is.” Parents are parents, aren’t they? And if he forgets about the teeth, and the ears, and the intangible feeling that his carpet might start sprouting daisies, these two are giving off practically nothing but parent vibes.
“So you’ll consider us for the programme?”
He nods. “Yes, certainly, I will. Just—” He clears his throat. “We will need to visit your home fist, to verify your circumstances.”
“Of course!” the parent on the left agrees.
“That should be quite alright as longs as we remember not to offer refreshments,” their partner nods.
The social worker nods along and silently scribbles a discrete little note on their file. He is going to have to have a talk with his supervisor about this. And another thing—
“I will need your full legal names for the forms,” he says, looking up.
The two fae meet his eyes with silent stares.
He swallows. “…a legal name for the forms?”
The radiant smiles return.