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I once went and dug up an old out of print novel only for it to fade-to-black me on the torture scene

Like it was good but why must you do this to me?

When whump is supposed to happen in a piece of media only for it to not happen, fades to black, or it happens offscreen.

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*cracks knuckles loudly with my literal dozen or so bisexual pirates*

It’s my time

Nine days to go!

I would have put this up yesterday but I am quite ill and barely functional. Have queued many reblogs of things, did not tag any of them, I hope they are spotted. I am...so tired.

But I will be ready when it is time!

We will be discussing a few things, possibly bisexuality, possibly pirates, possibly even bisexual pirates. If you have those.

I don't know.

We'll find out together.

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Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm tasty

Whump scenario: A villain working for a powerful entity who puts a magical brand on him - the more time it takes him to bring the entity's plan to fruition, the more the brand burns.

The party fighting the villain would begin to notice that he becomes more desperate and angry each time they interfere with his plans. Each time they see him, he looks just a bit thinner, the shadows under his eyes darker. Finally, when they deliver a blow that could crush his plans for good, he breaks down. There's denial at first, but surprisingly little anger. He has no more fight left in him - the pain becomes so overwhelming he just wants it all to stop.

With the discovery of the brand, deciding his fate proves to be not as straightforward as the party had expected.

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I too am working on Chapter 17 of Fantasy Novel and getting my butt kicked lmao

Chapter 17 of Fantasy Novel kicked my butt.

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Every day :)

my favorite time is lights out bedtime in jammies lay in bed and beat my OCs with metal bats for bedtime story in my brain

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Arnica from SSC (Belladonna’s little sister) never marries! She’s aroace and just not interested

Which OC will never marry?

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@illarian-rambling I met Sepo and I instantly knew I had to learn what his Problem was

Finding some random artists OC and getting so incredibly attached to the character and design out of nowhere like hi. I’ve just met you and your Pet Freak. I’m going to Monitor You so I can one day catch another sighting of your Pet Freak

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I fucking love your chapter titles so much lmao

I love how my chapter titles get sillier the more intense the situation is lol

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The particular “oh that hurts so good” of watching a blorbo suffer just right

We ask your questions anonymously so you don’t have to! Submissions are open on the 1st and 15th of the month.

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Castor and Eva

"came back wrong" but it's more explicitly + intentionally about medical and/or caregiver abuse

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Cassie inspiration

my ice cold take is that more dykes need to be walking around shirtless post-shower with the towel slung around their waist reallyyyy dangerously low. for my health

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Cassie and Belladonna my chaos lesbians

Tag the OC who's a lesbian! ❤️🧡🤍🩷💗

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“One time I walked into her office hours and she was reading a report to a woman who was eating a live fish. They both looked at me like I was the weird one here. Loved her class, never went to her office hours again though. 4/5”

Lol so I've been doing my biannual check of all my new profs on rate my professor to get an idea of what I'm walking into (physics prof apparently assigns loads of homework, but is otherwise okay, certainly better than my org prof last year who's rated at a 1.4 and all the reviews say "Save yourself.") but it has made me realize that, as an adult when she's working at North Unity University, Twenari probably gets the craziest fucking reviews in whatever steampunk fantasy equivalent to rate my professor NUU has

Like "Professor Devaris is lectures well and is always friendly with students. Her tests are pretty damn tough, but she'll help you study for them, so you should be okay if you pay attention. One time in class she couldn't stop cackling and muttering about a breakthrough that would bend the stream of time through her hands like water through a mill. She teaches Ancient Araunian Studies, so not sure what that's about. 4/5."

"Tests are fucking hard, so don't even think about skipping class. Lecture usually stays on schedule, though there was one day where the professor mentioned personally meeting High Priestess Daedryn Whitenight, holy mouthpiece of the Creator, God of all gods and apparently called her 'uppity.' That's the other reason to not miss class. 3/5."

"There was one time I totally thought I was gonna fail a test so she offered to give me some extra tutoring outside of class, which was super nice of her, but when I was walking over to the coffeehouse we were gonna meet at, some guy started following me. I was really fucking creeped out, and then he started yelling at me, so I was REALLY creeped out, but Dr. Devaris was walking up at the same time apparently and I don't know she did something with her hands and the guy just... disappeared? I think she might've killed him for real?? I didn't want to ask about it, so we just went over test stuff and I passed with a C. 5/5."

"She's close personal friends with Sepo Kai??? Got my his autograph. Did NOT pass the class though. 2/5."

There are so, so many rumors about her and none of them are even remotely as weird as the truth 💀

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You don’t :)

Enjoy your feral creature!

Guys once you let a previously pretentious and rules-oriented character off the leash, how do you, uh, get them back on?

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I’ll usually go over the beginning and the characters in detail but keep the ending to myself. But I gotta toss some spoilers back at you @illarian-rambling

quick question of Writeblr etiquette:

do y'all disclose plot points and story plans before you actually write/post the story itself, or do you keep everything quiet until you post? because I've been playing things very close to my chest thus far, but that slightly feels redundant whilst I have 2/3 regulars on this blog...

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Happy Limbo Day to those who celebrate (me)!

Limbo isn't published yet, but 8/14/25 is the day it all starts! So happy Limbo day!

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I don’t care that this isn’t a writing post this is one of the most beautiful fucking things I’ve ever read. There are two stories in the world that can make me tear up on command and this is one of them (the other one being Come From Away). Genuinely I cannot get through this without crying holy shit

Please make a post about the story of the RMS Carpathia, because it's something that's almost beyond belief and more people should know about it.

Carpathia received Titanic’s distress signal at 12:20am, April 15th, 1912. She was 58 miles away, a distance that absolutely could not be covered in less than four hours.

(Californian’s exact position at the time is…controversial. She was close enough to have helped. By all accounts she was close enough to see Titanic’s distress rockets. It’s uncertain to this day why her crew did not respond, or how many might not have been lost if she had been there. This is not the place for what-ifs. This is about what was done.)

Carpathia’s Captain Rostron had, yes, rolled out of bed instantly when woken by his radio operator, ordered his ship to Titanic’s aid and confirmed the signal before he was fully dressed. The man had never in his life responded to an emergency call. His goal tonight was to make sure nobody who heard that fact would ever believe it.

All of Carpathia’s lifeboats were swung out ready for deployment. Oil was set up to be poured off the side of the ship in case the sea turned choppy; oil would coat and calm the water near Carpathia if that happened, making it safer for lifeboats to draw up alongside her. He ordered lights to be rigged along the side of the ship so survivors could see it better, and had nets and ladders rigged along her sides ready to be dropped when they arrived, in order to let as many survivors as possible climb aboard at once.

I don’t know if his making provisions for there still being survivors in the water was optimism or not. I think he knew they were never going to get there in time for that. I think he did it anyway because, god, you have to hope.

Carpathia had three dining rooms, which were immediately converted into triage and first aid stations. Each had a doctor assigned to it. Hot soup, coffee, and tea were prepared in bulk in each dining room, and blankets and warm clothes were collected to be ready to hand out. By this time, many of the passengers were awake–prepping a ship for disaster relief isn’t quiet–and all of them stepped up to help, many donating their own clothes and blankets.

And then he did something I tend to refer to as diverting all power from life support.

Here’s the thing about steamships: They run on steam. Shocking, I know; but that steam powers everything on the ship, and right now, Carpathia needed power. So Rostron turned off hot water and central heating, which bled valuable steam power, to everywhere but the dining rooms–which, of course, were being used to make hot drinks and receive survivors. He woke up all the engineers, all the stokers and firemen, diverted all that steam back into the engines, and asked his ship to go as fast as she possibly could. And when she’d done that, he asked her to go faster.

I need you to understand that you simply can’t push a ship very far past its top speed. Pushing that much sheer tonnage through the water becomes harder with each extra knot past the speed it was designed for. Pushing a ship past its rated speed is not only reckless–it’s difficult to maneuver–but it puts an incredible amount of strain on the engines. Ships are not designed to exceed their top speed by even one knot. They can’t do it. It can’t be done.

Carpathia’s absolute do-or-die, the-engines-can’t-take-this-forever top speed was fourteen knots. Dodging icebergs, in the dark and the cold, surrounded by mist, she sustained a speed of almost seventeen and a half.

No one would have asked this of them. It wasn’t expected. They were almost sixty miles away, with icebergs in their path. They had a responsibility to respond; they did not have a responsibility to do the impossible and do it well. No one would have faulted them for taking more time to confirm the severity of the issue. No one would have blamed them for a slow and cautious approach. No one but themselves.

They damn near broke the laws of physics, galloping north headlong into the dark in the desperate hope that if they could shave an hour, half an hour, five minutes off their arrival time, maybe for one more person those five minutes would make the difference. I say: three people had died by the time they were lifted from the lifeboats. For all we know, in another hour it might have been more. I say they made all the difference in the world.

This ship and her crew received a message from a location they could not hope to reach in under four hours. Just barely over three hours later, they arrived at Titanic’s last known coordinates. Half an hour after that, at 4am, they would finally find the first of the lifeboats. it would take until 8:30 in the morning for the last survivor to be brought onboard. Passengers from Carpathia universally gave up their berths, staterooms, and clothing to the survivors, assisting the crew at every turn and sitting with the sobbing rescuees to offer whatever comfort they could.

In total, 705 people of Titanic’s original 2208 were brought onto Carpathia alive. No other ship would find survivors.

At 12:20am April 15th, 1912, there was a miracle on the North Atlantic. And it happened because a group of humans, some of them strangers, many of them only passengers on a small and unimpressive steam liner, looked at each other and decided: I cannot live with myself if I do anything less.

I think the least we can do is remember them for it.