Okay But Why Is It So Hard To Actually Write The Relevant Information? Like I Can Write All Effing Day

Okay but why is it so hard to actually write the relevant information? Like… I can write all effing day about the lore or the characters or whatever else, but will any of that he actually relevant to the story I’m trying to make? Will people need that information to understand the plot? Hahahaha absolutely NOT! Why is it easier to Infodump all the metadata of the realm you’ve built instead of the plot relevant information?

it's a lot of stuff...

TLDR

So I was reading fanfics again, not like, I read the fic and went back to it, but like, genuinely went back to reading fanfics in general, and this one I read was abysmally short but had a really neat premise to me because like, one it’s Percy x Charles, which I don’t see all that often and I actually love(?) but also Percy’s family was like, retconned to being Mormon, but back to my point, the other one I just finished, and like, I don’t read a whole ton of fanfics because I get weird afterwards, like I’ll be in some kind of odd funk where I’m either just blue for no reason at all(at least that I can find) or I’m just weird. Idk, it’s ambiguous and vague and difficult to explain, long story short, this one like, reminded me that for a minute I wanted to like, open up a cafe or bakery or some quaint whimsical thing like that, and like, I’ve worked in a quaint whimsical place before and I loved it, yeah my manager was a little, okay a lot, annoying and like, could not manage. But he was an alright dude most of the time. Anyway, like I finished this fic yeah, and like, I enjoyed working in a small quaint whimsical type environment, and I’m going to school for like… game design I think is my plan? Idk my plan is like really vague right now, but like, it got me thinking, why did I abandon that cafe idea before I really had a chance to mull it over y’know? So like, now I’m just sitting in my dorm before classes start wondering if I should’ve taken different classes instead, and like, yeah, I have my entire life ahead of me because I’m only turning 20 this June, which is wild to think about, but like also I don’t really know what I want my life to look like and the fact that a lot of this thought process was started by a flipping Percy x Luke fanfic is ridiculous but like I said earlier I get weird about fanfics, what was I saying? Oh yeah, like, I don’t really know what I want the next few years to look like even, and I feel like I probably should, and then there’s getting to the long term and I’ve thought even less about that because there’s really only so far you can walk along the edge of a coin and like, sometimes I hate my hyper fixating, or whatever this is, because like, now I’ll be thinking about this for a while and like it’s weird and blah, and sorry there’s like, a million things here and it’s long and I have no idea where to put it so it’s just lurking in my drafts for now, and if anything it’ll wind up forgotten or something.

My eyes lit up with excitement, never before had anyone offered to play board games with me, I had always had to ask and nag. ‘Michae your games are weird’ ‘Michael the games take too long’ ‘but you always win’ were the most common excuses I’d heard.

“Could we just… stay, here, between worlds, and play games?” I asked, deciding that if I was to die, I it to be among friends. Death, clearly surprised looked up, and if they had flesh, and eyes, I imagine they’d have a shocked expression

“You understand, that time will still move on as it was in life, and in the next, right? People will age and die, you won’t be able to return.”

I merely nodded, my time had come, and while at first I had wanted to barter for my life to be spared, death seemed as lonely a job as any.

“I think we could both use a friend.” I said, moving my first pawn forward. “It’s your turn.”

“Chess? I’ve been around since before humans invented the concept of games, so a game as old as chess would be be in my favour without a doubt. I would advice you to choose again, and pick something you’re familiar with.” Death said as they presented every board and video game ever created.

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Well, I can fix the humming bird. A humming bird and a rodent of some kind, like a squirrel maybe. Little guy just wants its flowers.

It annoys me unreasonably when you want to ask people "what bird and what mammal would make the worst gryphon" as a fun thought exercise, and people with no joy and no imagination always interpret it as "a gryphon that sucks, is physically impossible, and would hate being alive", and - being predictable and lacking in imagination - always, always answer with "a hummingbird and a blue whale lol".

Like come on. Why do you have to suck the fun out of everything. Why not use a fraction of imagination and delightful whimsy. Imagine the combination of a mouse and a sparrow. That creature would be merciless, burtal, absolutely determined to get into your trash and has the power of both wings and hands to do its will. Or a crow and a cat - that thing is smart enough to fuck with people and not afraid to do it. Imagine the ungodly shriek of the noble fox-seagull, also determined to get into your trash.

A gryphon that is a combination of a kangaroo and a cassowary. The only proof we have of a loving god is the fact that those things do not exist. If hell is real, it's full of them. That thing can't fly, but it will run you down, it will kill you, and you will look stupid the whole entire time you're dying.

Why would the first thing that pops into your mind at the words "the worst gryphon" automatically be "a gryphon that hates being alive". Can you not picture a gryphon that fucking loves being alive, and has both the power and the will to make it everyone else's problem.

Looks to me like either a statue or a well made costume of the Laputian robots from Castle in the sky, so… convention of some kind?

i am fucking obsesssed with this image