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Red Bones
In my vision I flew as I fell and rode a great gray wolf through a vortex of smoldering antlers. My beast steered my thoughts until, like water in milk, we merged and became a singular ghost rushing like wind through the dreaming wilds. I was drawn to a sullen sound and at once saw a young boy’s skull hanging from ghastly strings. There was a mournful chanting nearby, a soft feminine voice that sang wordlessly in the night. I found its source: a young girl who was rinsing her ruddy hands in a starlit pool. She was bare, save for a wooden mask, its brow carved with a pale moon. Nearby, amid the vines and briarwood, a black bear lurked, but the girl showed no signs of concern. I saw then eight arrows of yew, each with a glinting green obsidian point, arranged like the spokes of a wheel on the ground. I looked again at the boy’s skull and saw that it hung amidst his red, excarnated bones. A gentle breeze rocked his remains in the gnarled tree, each bloody bit bound there by his own sinews to its misshapen branches. It seemed to me that he sprouted like macabre fruits from the sleeping, twisted limbs. His luminous flesh caught the light of the full moon and glowed dully in the darkness as the masked girl began toiling to stretch it tightly over a simple wooden rack. With her hands, she caressed his lovely ruin, and smeared the taught flesh with the boy’s own brains. This she did to tan and preserve his hide, but also to work his memories into the skin. “I will wear you in the Spring,” she lamented, “and you will rise again as the Sun.” I think that she wept beneath her mask, though its rough wooden visage was unchanging and stern. When she resumed her singing, I heard the rough sound of ursine breath behind me. As snow began to fall, I opened my eyes. © JM Tiffany 1.2.2024
Still thinking about that post I've seen go around more than once now, the, "If a character is dead at the end of a story, were they already dead when the story started?" and all I have to say in answer is:
This is a story, it begins with your birth. Are you already dead?
Pixars 22 Rules of Story Telling…. on a side note guys Join me in spreading the word about My STABB GUNNER KICKSTARTER.
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Write a story with more holes in its plot than Swiss cheese in a shooting gallery, then resolve all of those plot holes at the end with a single logical explanation.
Re-tell the plot of a movie or video game as if it were a history lesson in an in-universe school.
It was my father’s birthday yesterday and he have this very cute tradition.
In my family we spend at least one meal together to talk to each other. When it’s someone birthday they get to choose what we eat for that meal.
Every year, my father decide that we eat to this very vague Greek restaurant.
Now, let me get this straight. My father HATE Greek food more than anything and he doesn’t hate a lot of thing... BUT my mother LOVE it , like, she could eat it every day type of like. (I personally have nothing against it I’m just hungry )
So, every year, on HIS OWN BIRTHDAY he prefer to give that special meal to her and see her smile than eat something he really like.
...THAT’S FUCKING ADORABLE
Pov : You were supposed to advance your project of Oc on Rise of the Guardian which you have been working on for a year but you find yourself with a new hyperfixation on another show and created yet another OC.
So meet Li Wěi.
( second and third pictures come from Picrew )
Alright, so before speaking about her, we need to speak about her dad (because every good Lego monkie kid Character need a good daddy issue). So her dad is the result of an illegal experimentation from a god (I didn't find a name for him so we're gonna call him God A) which was meant to be able to compete the 4 spiritual primates. But that experience was a failure and her father appears without any magical potential.
Her father was called Wei The tailed shepherd simian, he had an extremely strong and long Tail, able to break walls and lift up enormous thing.
When the gods of the celestial realm find his existence and the experiment off god A, they decided to imprison God A and assign Wei as the shepherd of a Mystic antelopes herd owned by another God (God B (didn't find a name either)).
God B was a complicated character, he was extremely bipolar.
Time passes, and Wei begin to feel lonely and dreamt of having someone like him, someone that he could take Care off. So one day he asked to the God B who possessed the herd, a child like him. God B accept to speak about his request to Nuwa.
And so, because he takes really good care of the herd, Li Wěi was created.
She grew up in the palace of God B, with her father and the god servants. She passed most of her days alone in the palace waiting for her dad to come back from the hills with the antelopes. She suffered from loneliness and mischievous action from God B who host them. When her father didn't see it the god harmed her and tell her not to relate anyone.
In her heart grown a feeling of injustice and anger directed to the god, her father and the palace. She didn't understand why she had to live this life if it was to be imprisoned in a palace with only fear and disgust.
One day that anger created a fight between her and her father, where both of them said bad things. She and her father run away from each other, she runs to hide herself in the forest while her father goes to the hill guarding the antelope. But all of this fight torments her father's mind and he let a group of antelope died during the day. Which leads the god who had these antelopes to enter in a gigantic rage. The god decides to punish him. The demonic god decided to punish Wei by directing him to choose someone to curse, as he couldn't choose himself. The god uses his power to read Wei's mind. Her father reflexively thought of Li Wěi first, wanting to protect her from that curse. The god smirk and decide to put the curse on Li-Wei, causing her to die when the god will like.
That spell cursed her to die by the hand of the god any moment he will. He could speak with her head and even control her when he's full of rage. He condemned her to a death she will never choose, and by the same occasion a life completely uncertain. He could ask for her death tomorrow or in 10 000 years if he will.
She couldn't die because of that.
She became the puppet of that god that day.
Her father died of sadness months later that event.
Today she's 4000 years old and she's the shepherd of the sacred herd off antelopes from this same god. He let her travel around the world with these antelopes.
She met a lot of people during her journey and became friends with a lot of them. She became wise and strong, by protecting her herd from dangerous demon all over the world.
Even if there's a bloody scar all over her right arms who reminds her what's her destiny.
She has accepted her destiny and knows that one day she will have to return to this palace which she hates to accomplish what she's meant to do.
She is practically deprived of magic. Instead, she has a really big strength, her fantastic long and strong tail, and her spear. But ( because there's a but ), She is capable of having glamour and a Kaiju form, that is completely smaller than a macaque, MK, or wukong, but still a Kaiju form. However, this form takes up most of her energy. That transformation takes a light and dark blue with a little bit of gold and green.
By the way, she has a good resistance to magic, sometime spells can't affect her. Because of the curse she has.
Since She lived many Years and Travel a lot, she has seen, lived and done plenty of things. She experiments pride, anger, shame, injustice, love, physical love, madness, happiness, euphoria, sweetness, dépression, treason, pain, physical and mental pain. ....... Li Wěi is aware of her flaw and mistakes and her limits. But She also knows that sometimes you have to go beyond it.
Her appearance might change in time.
sorry for the bad resolution.
Hope you like the telling of her story.
English isn't my first language so please don't hesitate to correct me if I write something wrong / something who don't make any sens.
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The Case of the Crimson Cipher The Vanishing Violinist E-book
Part I: The First Clue
Chapter 1: The Vanishing Violinist
The city was alive with the hum of evening traffic, neon lights casting a kaleidoscope of colors on the rain-slicked streets. Detective Evelyn Harper navigated through the bustling metropolis, her mind already racing with possibilities. She had received an urgent call from Chief Inspector Marcus Reed, summoning her to the grand concert hall where the renowned violinist, Isabella Moretti, had performed her final piece just hours ago.
As Evelyn arrived at the scene, she was greeted by a flurry of activity. Police officers cordoned off the area, and the media buzzed with speculation. Isabella Moretti, a prodigy whose music had captivated audiences worldwide, had vanished without a trace. The only clue left behind was a cryptic message scrawled in crimson ink on her dressing room mirror: “The music fades, but the cipher remains.”
The Case of the Crimson Cipher The Vanishing Violinist E-book
Part I: The First Clue
Chapter 1: The Vanishing Violinist
The city was alive with the hum of evening traffic, neon lights casting a kaleidoscope of colors on the rain-slicked streets. Detective Evelyn Harper navigated through the bustling metropolis, her mind already racing with possibilities. She had received an urgent call from Chief Inspector Marcus Reed, summoning her to the grand concert hall where the renowned violinist, Isabella Moretti, had performed her final piece just hours ago.
As Evelyn arrived at the scene, she was greeted by a flurry of activity. Police officers cordoned off the area, and the media buzzed with speculation. Isabella Moretti, a prodigy whose music had captivated audiences worldwide, had vanished without a trace. The only clue left behind was a cryptic message scrawled in crimson ink on her dressing room mirror: “The music fades, but the cipher remains.”
The Case of the Crimson Cipher The Vanishing Violinist E-book
Part I: The First Clue
Chapter 1: The Vanishing Violinist
The city was alive with the hum of evening traffic, neon lights casting a kaleidoscope of colors on the rain-slicked streets. Detective Evelyn Harper navigated through the bustling metropolis, her mind already racing with possibilities. She had received an urgent call from Chief Inspector Marcus Reed, summoning her to the grand concert hall where the renowned violinist, Isabella Moretti, had performed her final piece just hours ago.
As Evelyn arrived at the scene, she was greeted by a flurry of activity. Police officers cordoned off the area, and the media buzzed with speculation. Isabella Moretti, a prodigy whose music had captivated audiences worldwide, had vanished without a trace. The only clue left behind was a cryptic message scrawled in crimson ink on her dressing room mirror: “The music fades, but the cipher remains.”
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I believe I’ve made something beautiful with this here base
Little thingy- little thingy-ma-jig I thought of like an hour ago and decided to draw
The Resurgence of Graphic Novels: A New Gateway to Understanding Literature Shaina Tranquilino November 6, 2023
In recent years, we have witnessed a remarkable revival of graphic novels. Once considered niche entertainment for comic book enthusiasts, these visually captivating narratives have now gained widespread popularity among readers of all ages. In particular, the emergence of graphic novel adaptations has proven to be an invaluable tool in helping people, especially children, comprehend and appreciate traditional novels on a whole new level. Today, we explore how graphic novels are making literature more accessible and fostering a love for reading.
Visual Appeal and Engaging Storytelling: One of the key factors contributing to the resurgence of graphic novels is their visual appeal. Combining stunning illustrations with compelling storytelling techniques, these books effortlessly capture readers' attention from the very beginning. Unlike traditional novels that rely solely on text descriptions, graphic novels utilize both visuals and dialogue bubbles to create a multi-dimensional experience. This unique blend provides an immersive platform where readers can engage with characters and settings in a more tangible way.
Enhanced Comprehension for All Readers: Graphic novel adaptations bridge the gap between visual media and written literature, offering an alternative means of understanding complex narratives. By presenting stories through vibrant artwork alongside concise dialogue, they allow readers to comprehend intricate plots or abstract concepts more easily. This becomes particularly valuable when introducing young readers to classic works or challenging themes found in adult literature.
Accessibility for Reluctant Readers: For many children who struggle with reading or lack interest in it altogether, graphic novels provide an entry point into the world of literature. With their vivid illustrations and condensed text, these adaptations lower barriers to comprehension while still delivering rich literary content. Children who may initially find traditional prose daunting can gradually transition into reading full-length novels as they become familiar with storylines through graphic novel versions.
Fostering Imagination and Critical Thinking: Graphic novels encourage active engagement by requiring readers to interpret both visual cues and textual elements simultaneously. This form of visual literacy prompts readers, regardless of age or reading ability, to analyze, infer, and interpret the storylines. In doing so, graphic novels foster critical thinking skills as readers connect images with written words, enhancing comprehension and encouraging creative interpretation.
Broadening Literary Horizons: Graphic novel adaptations also play a crucial role in introducing readers to diverse genres and authors they might not otherwise encounter. By transforming well-known literary works into visually captivating stories, these adaptations pique curiosity and inspire readers to explore related literature further. The marriage of art and storytelling can open doors to previously unexplored realms of imagination for both children and adults.
The resurgence of graphic novels has breathed new life into the world of literature by making complex narratives more accessible and engaging for all readers. Through their unique blend of stunning visuals and compelling storytelling, graphic novel adaptations offer an invaluable gateway to understanding traditional novels better. Particularly for children who may struggle with reading or feel disconnected from literature altogether, these adaptations provide a stepping stone towards building a lifelong love for books. As we embrace this exciting resurgence, let us celebrate the power of visual storytelling in fostering literary appreciation throughout generations.
STORY TIME: It my Mom's birthday today (you may wishes her a happy birthday). So naturally, we go to her friend's house and I brought my sketchbook. Later my friend called me and wanted to work on our mlp fanfic on magma. I had my oc design on the sketchbook, using it as a reference for the digitalize version. Here's the sketch btw
Her friend saw it and really liked it. Grabbing my sketchbook to look at more. Realizing that she will stumble on the maxley page and I'll have to explain maxley to her. I thought about asking for my book back and demonstrating my art myself. But at last, it was to late. She glides pass the pages and said...
"I don't remember this happening.". "This is it, I'm gonna explain maxley and the Chappell Roan brainrot" after giving a brief explanation for why I drew while avoiding weird looks. She tell me she thought it was Goofy son doing... NSFW... stuff.
That was less awkward actually
King Delerion enjoying Miguel's obedience
Detective Miguel Sánchez had been investigating the disappearances of men in different parts of the country for weeks, all related by a disturbing pattern. Among them, his friend Daniel had been the last to disappear, and from that moment on, the search became personal. Miguel knew that something dark was hiding behind these cases, something that did not conform to the laws of logic or science. He was the only mortal who had discovered the existence of the mysterious sorcerer Delerion, an enigmatic being whom he ended up facing several times, but without success.
Now, in the sorcerer's palace, Miguel was in front of Delerion, but something had changed. He no longer wore his usual clothes. Instead, he wore a tight red shirt, similar to those of Delerion's other servants, which highlighted his muscles like a trophy displayed by the sorcerer. The detective remained standing stiff, his gaze fixed and empty, as if his will had been completely broken. Delerion, in front of him, looked at him with an arrogant smile, his scepter emitting a faint green glow, proof of the spell that had brought him here.
“I have always been fascinated by your determination, Miguel,” Delerion said mockingly, walking slowly around him, delighting in the image of the detective finally under his control. “I warned you not to meddle in matters you cannot understand… but your stubbornness is admirable.”
The sorcerer stopped in front of him, leaning in to catch any spark of resistance that might remain in the detective’s eyes, but he found none. Miguel was trapped, his mind, once sharp and cunning, now shrouded in a haze of obedience.
“And what happened to all that pride as a vigilante, eh?” Delerion continued, laughing softly. “You thought you could stop me, save your dear friend Daniel… But now, look at you. Dressed just like all my servants, one more in my collection.”
Miguel said nothing. His proud eloquence had been completely erased from his mind and transformed into submission.
“Oh, but don’t worry,” Delerion added, a cruel glint in his eyes. “Daniel is here too, as you might have guessed. Very close, in fact. In fact, I can assure you that you will play together. Because… in case you hadn’t realized yet, you are now at my command.”
“Yes, master. I am at your command,” Miguel replied, completely hypnotized.
The sorcerer’s smile widened as he saw how someone who had shown more will than the others had fallen under his power. It was clear that the spell was too strong.
“All this will seem normal to you very soon. You and Daniel will be part of something much bigger than yourselves. You always wanted to save people, didn’t you?” Delerion laughed, taking a few steps back. “Well, now you will be a good slave… for me.”
“As you command, master.” The detective answered again, with a serious and neutral tone of voice that showed that the trance he was in was really deep.
Delerion's laughter echoed through the room as Miguel, his body tense beneath his red shirt, stood motionless, the shadow of his will consumed by the magic that bound him. The detective who had once sworn to stop the warlock now became a piece in Delerion's game.
Flynn Rider hypnotized by Jafar
The lights of Corona Palace shone serenely, reflecting off the calm waters of the river that surrounded it. Eugene Fitzherbert, now known by his real name, was enjoying the tranquility that fate had bestowed upon him after his life as Flynn Rider. Sitting on one of the palace balconies, he watched the horizon with a smile. It was not common for a former thief to become the king's right-hand man, but he had managed to do so.
However, that night the tranquility vanished when a dark presence materialized in the throne room. Jafar, the feared vizier of Agrabah, had arrived in Corona, his gaze fixed on his target: an ancient artifact, jealously guarded in the palace. An object capable of amplifying his already fearsome hypnotic powers.
Eugene, having heard of Jafar from his good friend Aladdin, was not surprised when the vizier unexpectedly appeared beside him on the balcony. He turned slowly, with his usual charming smile.
“Well, well… it’s the famous Jafar. What brings a guy like you here?” Eugene asked, still keeping his joking tone.
Jafar narrowed his eyes, ignoring the comment with an air of superiority. His voice, as sharp as a dagger, sounded calm, but deep within his words there was a latent threat.
“I have come in search of something that only you can obtain for me, Eugene Fitzherbert. An artifact hidden in the halls of this palace, something that could benefit us… both,” Jafar said, emphasizing the last part with a false smile.
Eugene chuckled, crossing his arms.
“If you’re looking for me to steal something from you, Jafar, you’re late. I left that life behind, and I don’t think the King or Rapunzel would appreciate me helping villains with turbans and magic staffs.”
Jafar smiled coldly, knowing that Eugene wouldn’t be so easy to convince.
“Ah, but we all have a past, don’t we?” Jafar said in a seductive tone. “Do you think your loyalty to the king and princess is unwavering? Or is there a part of you that misses the excitement, the adventure of old times?”
Eugene stood firm, but the vizier could already sense the slight uneasiness in his posture.
“Thank you for the offer, but I’ll pass. You know, I have a pretty good life here, loyal friends… I don’t need anything you offer.”
Jafar clicked his tongue with a fake sigh of resignation.
“Too bad. But, since you refuse, I’m afraid I’ll have to resort to more… persuasive methods.”
Before Eugene could react, Jafar’s scepter rose in front of him, and his eyes were caught in the golden glow of the carved snake. Eugene’s smile disappeared, and his lips parted, as if his will was fading before the vizier’s power.
“No…” Eugene whispered, but the fight died from his words.
Jafar, now triumphant, stepped closer.
“Silence, dear Eugene. It doesn’t matter what you wish for anymore. You are now at my command.”
Eugene’s eyes, which had previously shone with life and charisma, began to reflect the same hypnotic glint of the scepter. His body relaxed, and his mind was trapped under Jafar’s will.
“I am at your command…” Eugene said, his voice now empty of resistance.
Jafar smiled, pleased, and with a subtle movement, he withdrew the scepter. Eugene, now under his control, was ready to fulfill his mission.
“You will steal that artifact from me, Eugene, and then you will come with me to Agrabah. I need you in my harem of loyal servants. You have… useful qualities.”
“Yes, master…”
Eugene obeyed and that night, with his thieving skills, he stole the magical artifact for the vizier. He was no longer the prince of Corona, but a mere pawn under Jafar's command. Later, with the artifact in his hands and unseen, the vizier disappeared in a cloud of dark smoke, taking with him the once free man, leaving Corona without its hero.