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Someone agreed to lemme try a picturey thing lol =)
On todays episode of random photos i took whilst on a walk, we have this, a really random sun glare. I dunno, i was just like, hey, that looks cool, and rolled with it. Hope you like it =)))
Does anyone know what these flower things are?
I know, they're a pain to photograph.
I tried. But no matter how still they look when its taken, theyre always blurry.
But hey, mistakes happen, am i right?
I still kinda like the vibe, so imma post it anyway.
What do you guys think??
Lowkey feel like writing an analog horror arg or something similar...
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Like it seems fun but like what would I do with it?
I have at least one friend who is willing to do it with me, but we (me mostly) don't have any ideas. Both of us were thinking maybe disease but of what? Idk just a thought.
Idea in mind
I was thinking about a Pokemon Interpol au with Steven Universe.... Might do it
Castle of the Black Sheep
Randomly got this idea lol
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The castle stood on its own, lost to time and memory. A maiden, locked inside, awaited anyone who would save her; but as time passed on, there was nothing she could do but sleep. Her eyes drifted and the world around her eased her into a soft slumber, one she assumed wouldn’t be disturbed.
Below the castle walls, at the door, stood one another brave enough to suffer the treachery of the Calded Castle touched the door. He gazed behind him, seeing what was in his wake. The dragon’s tattered wings flopped on the ground, the breeze shifted them slightly as the creature could no longer move itself. The deed was done, now the reward was just within grasp.
The hero opened the door and towered the castle in search of the maiden who lay in an uncertain sleep. The castle whistled a soft melody to him while he ascended the dank corridors. Eventually, he found a set of doors that had to hold the maiden behind them. Decorated with dark orange trim, the design painted an image of a fantasy he could have only assumed was false. His hand graced the inscription and he felt its reality within his palm. He pushed open the door and entered the door with a certain delicacy. It was then his eyes laid on the maiden.
At his appearance, she suddenly shot up. Her hair, unkempt as it was, stuck up and bounced as she moved. Her eyes darted around her and soon her face morphed in a realization.
“This is strange…” She went to her window and opened it, leaning out. A loud sigh followed her voice. “No… he’s really gone.”
The hero blinked and watched her curiously. “Pardon me, but I’m unsure of what you refer to.”
The maiden looked, examining his features quickly. Her eyes went up and down his figure until she gave a slight shrug of her shoulder. “Let me explain.” She got up, danced around the room where she blew an unlit candle.
It came to life and followed it were the lights of the rest of the candles. The room bloomed color from the flames and now it was nothing like the gray exterior of the outside. The maiden sat on the bed she once rested on and put her hands together to pray as she spoke.
“I am the maiden with which you came to save. You understood what you had to do, but not the reasons behind those actions. So hear me, as I will speak the words behind your journey.” She put her hands down and looked at the hero. “My damned title is the Maiden of Black Sheep. Your journey here was to kill a dragon that trapped me within these castle walls; I am free, but now my protector is gone.”
“Protector? That fearsome dragon could be nothing more than a monster!”
“Ah, as you would feel. He’s a monster to you because you fear him, but we all fear and that fear must be contained somewhere.” She got up and retrieved a book. “Where do all your worries go when you feel them leave your shoulder? Where do your tears fall after they’ve shed? How do you recover from your grief? It is a black sheep you seek. Those feelings must go somewhere and if not me, then where would they go?”
The hero held himself back listening to her. “You mean to say you’re some God of sorrow?”
“No, of course not. I am simply the mistakes everyone wishes to forget, or more simply, I am the fault of everyone’s pain. Not literally, of course, just the image of it so you all can recover. Without it, man would have surely turned their pain inward and destroyed their very fabric of being.”
“How can you say that! Man has dealt with pain their entire life and you mean to tell me there’s one person who controls all of it?”
“You’re not hearing me, but you answer your own confusion. Because you don’t understand, you yell at me, and I’m fine with that. So please, take your frustrations out on me, it does me nothing but good if you do.”
The hero found himself at a loss. Unable to understand the words out of the woman’s mouth, he grew more and more agitated listening to her. His efforts seemed in vain if this was his end result.
“But, the words of my tale do not end… Now that you have smited my dear one, you must lead me to another dear one. A precious soul I can bond with in order to maintain my own sanity.” She got up and approached him. She closed the space between them and stood meer inches away from his face. “It is said, the smiter had to become the one, but… I’m not fond of you. I would assume you’re not fond of me either.”
“How clairvoyante of you.”
She smiled pulling on the twists of her hair while twirling back to her bed. “Please, it was you who bumbled into this castle without even thinking about what you were getting. If fame was all you wanted, there were a plentious amount of other things you could have done, but instead you murdered my dear one. His soul has transferred elsewhere and I must find it before I grow mad with despondency.” She huffed.
Curil stared at her and his eyes narrowed. “I’m sure your spirits will remain rather high. Unchanging really. You seem more than unbothered by the idea of this happening; in fact, it seems as if you already knew this would come, so you seem more than prepared.”
The hero went to open the door, and seconds after he did, a sword crashed down into the door slicing into his shoulder. The width of the blade made it easy to cut deep. His arm, nearly severed at the limb, hung off his body. He crashed to the ground in agony while his warm blood pooled around him. His struggling turned to desperate twitching as he clung to life.
The maiden stepped over his body and spoke to the destroyed door. “They have awoken… from the silence.” Her hands rose. Her palms faced the door. “Destroyer of my hope, what is your name?”
The noise of everything around the heroes faded into a mesh of muffled sounds, but he could hear her voice as if he were fine. His mouth gurgled blood, but he got out; “Curil.”
“Ah, Curil.” He saw a white light glow from her hands. “Apologizes for the late start. I admit, I’m a little annoyed that I got a human, not another beautiful, wondrous creature. However, I cannot leave others in agony as they do me, the way of the world would tip out of control. So, I will save your life; but in doing so I am tied to you.”
As Curil’s gaze faded, he saw an unusual weapon. A large wooden handle slid into The Maiden’s hands and the blade at the top curved like a crescent moon. For a moment, Curil believed he was watching the night sky.
“My name is Cassie. Bound to you by the agony of man, I will do everything in my power to see your success. I will not let you die unless my own life is silenced. That I promise.”
Cassie left his sight and all Curil could hear was the cries of the monster that injured him, the ground shook with a violet force and soon he felt a growing pain in his arm.
“Gah!” From the pit of his stomach, a guttural scream followed the repair of the injury.
Flashing with an intense throbbing, his arm slowly mended itself back together. With every blow he heard, another part of his arm reattached to his body. He groaned, his teeth threatened to crack, but he took deep breaths as the pain went on.
“Slowly, Curil, open your eyes.” Cassie’s words followed a soft touch in his face.
His eyes opened and he saw Cassie above him. Her face wasn’t the immature disposition he had seen her hold before. She appeared regal, despite the unkempt appearance she still had. It was then Curil felt his other arm. He shot up and touched it fervently.
Cassie laughed and Curil could see her one strange image return.
“Do you believe me now? Is your agony gone?”
Curil took a breath. “I… can’t say for sure.”
“Well perhaps this would change your mind.” She presented her arm.
The sleeve draped past her hands and all Curil could see was blood dripping from the cloth. The blood started from her shoulder; it was nothing short of identical to the wound he just sustained.
“How is that possible?”
“Because of what I explained. I already told you, being considered a black sheep, I was left here to welcome the feelings that everyone else must let go. However, if it’s left in the open it would turn into a monster… surely. So, I absorb these feelings, they manifest within my body and soul while everyone else—who doesn’t deserve it—gets to relish in a sweet relief.”
“That is crazy, how do you sustain yourself if this is the case? Are you a goddess?”
She sighed. “Of course not, why would I be here if I were a Goddess?” She scoffed. “No, I’m a regular human but I need something like that beautiful creature you murdered to maintain sanity.” She groaned and stood up. “Do you understand now?”
Curil looked off. “I believe so… this is my fault so you want me to fix it?”
With her hands proudly on her hips, she nodded. “Yes.” She faced him and a look unlike the others she had given him, she held a certain intensity Curil couldn’t describe. “I have no need for your existence. I do not need you. However, you are what I was given, so I’ll use it as I require.”
Let loose and let stories plan themselves
Here's something else that seems like I'm slowly losing my mind. I guess when I'm struggling, I distract myself with more work. It's not healthy but this is a good idea to me
So, I was gonna post this since I was already up at 3am yesterday, but I decided to get some sleep instead. Well-being +1
I have three stories that never went anywhere no matger how hard I tried to work on them.
One is about a unknown species that lives in the sky awaiting the day they can leave the sky to find their "human half."
The second was about a orphaned boy, living in a foster home with fiveish other siblings, that wants to be seen as normal at his new school.
And the last is the idea I got last night of a human who has the ability to tame monsters/creatures with just their voice or something like that you know?
So after spending an unhealthy amount of time plotting this idea I wasn't even sure about, it dawned on me that these three stories are perfect for each other!
You see, usually I don't "outline" how my stories connect or what I plan on happening. Past the main idea, I don't plot very much out. That works in my favor with stuff like this.
So here's the idea properly.
A trilogy of the strange and mystical world in which some people find stones that hold creatures that are their spirit. Sometimes these beings can be that person's human half, but they only reveal themselves when that person most needs it.
Residing inside of stones that appear no different than a pebble on the ground, once someone obtains a stone a whole new world opens up to them.
As they grow and get stronger, these stones can turn into crystals indicating the strength of the individual and their being.
The trilogy of stories would be as so:
Untitled prequel: Creatures that reside within the realms of the sky spend their lives waiting fir the day to go out and be with their human half on Earth. However, Quana is one without the easiest life as she hasn't gotten a sign her human needs her. Thinking there's something wrong, Quana sets out anyways in search of the human she knows she's supposed to be with!
Untitled main story: The world is pretty normal for Cassie right until the moment where she is confronted and told she attracts monsters with... Her voice? Not knowing anything about the foreign concept, she assumes she's just crazy until she's found by a creature saying she's her human half. Perhaps it's real after all.
Untitled Sequel: Years after the events of the last story, Cassie wants to help more than just the monsters of the world and sets up a foster home for both abandoned monsters and orphaned children. One boy who is sent to the house wants nothing more than to understand why he can't be normal like everyone else. Especially when he has a crystal that resides a being unlike the animals of their world.
Outside of me feeling like I'm losing my mind, one reason I like to tell people to not outline as much because it prevents organic ideas from forming. Stifled by out inherent nature to assume no one will like it or it won't work, ideas are often squashed before they can even have a chance to live.
In this case, these were three separate ideas that had nothing to do with one another, but I let them sit and eventually they formed something I'm interested even daunted to try out.
If you take anything from my weird post/rant it's to not say something can't work because you have no ideas for it.
That's fine, put it to the side and don't worry about it.
I tend to believe the human brain already knows what it wants with an idea, but it's just a matter of letting everything else show up too. To showcase that, I'll probably make another post to show how crazy it is that ideas I had as a 14 year old came back into this beautiful idea.
Thanks for reading and I hope you can write well today or tonight.
Random idea
What if instead of asking a demon about your date of death or the reasons, you ask them about the last song you listened to
Like you immediately delete that song and one day you hear it on the radio
Or the last thing you said
You try to never say it
Or something related with your art ( name of last book you wrote, last picture you drew, last song you wrote, last note you played on your instrument)
Which kid will kill for her/his friends and family?
Dishi, Mao and BaoBao.
And these are my arguments:
1) Dishi is the oldest and most likely to act quickly in defense of his family if the situation requires it, although it is possible that he will be scarred for life after the event if that were to happen.
2) Mao, the fourth, would do it instinctively; he just needs an opportunity and to feel desperation fill his heart to drive him to strike. But considering that he is only 8 years old, it is possible that, in the end, he will not manage to commit any murder.
3) BaoBao, as the younger sister, feels a deep love for her family, and like her older siblings, she would want to protect them at all costs. Although she is only 5 years old, the chances of her being successful are almost zero.
Do mk goes to therapy?
No, MK is so busy most of the time that it's impossible for him to...
Or so he tells himself every time he looks in the mirror when he wakes up XD
Although many people have already told him that he needs it.
How would mk, the kids and others would feel the the mom comes back
Ooooh, they would feel complicated.
Although part of the children hate her for her abandonment, another part misses her and waits for her long-awaited return. That doesn't change the fact that the dynamic that formed with her departure would be disrupted by her unexpected return.
And then there's MK.
They didn't end on the best terms.
So he would feel… ¿Uncomfortable? ¿Sad? ¿Furious?
Returning after leaving him for 5 years with a newborn and four crying little children asking for mom. ¿Without even contacting? ¿Without any explanation?
MK would not appreciate her return but would repress everything in favor of the children.
And maybe that will cause another crack in the mask of normality he's been wearing since long before she left.
Although well... I'm just throwing out ideas XP
Do nezha’s design changes in the dad au?
I would say no, although I might consider it.
I know he wasn’t introduced in the show but what would mk and his kids realtion be like with erlang shen?
Well, I think he wonders what five mortal children are doing in heaven while the children stare at their third eye as if they've been attracted by a magnet.
I don't think they'll get along XD
could dishi experience gifted kid syndrome?
A little bit yes... according to my colleague, @melancholialapelada7, but according to me, it only presents some aspects.
Like anxiety, changes in sleeping and eating habits, etc., but I don't think so about disinterest in the family.
Dishi doesn't like them hugging him, but he still loves them XD
¿What Can I do?
I think I'm entering my phase of releasing another AU, but I want to do more of the MK Dad AU... And maybe I should revisit my little Holyfruit AU idea What do you think?
P.S: Regarding MK Dad AU's questions, I will answer them slowly and it is better not to give a date. I apologize to those who I still haven't responded to last week. It seems like I ended up busier than I initially thought I would be.
But well, that's all, good night!
Hypothetically, what do you think Huntsman, Goliath, and Syntax would've looked like in the MK Dad AU?
Well hypothetically:
A) They had a redemption arc or…
B) They did not have a redemption arc and continued as they were in the series.
Although thinking more about option (B), that means that the Spider Queen survived somehow, and that would be something interesting.
It is an idea or a thought
It seems like having two sheep means I'm tentatively going to want them to switch places at some point… I can't help but think about that. But to do that, I need to show what the original does before what its relative would do in its place. I hope we get to that (ouo)