#how to Mind Map

[arimeghlen]

Ep 224 | The Merry Writer Podcast

Quick Announcement – The Advent Calendar Story Train is still looking for writers to participate. Want to write a flash fiction story for the Train? Are you ready for another Podcast episode? Today Rachel and I are sharing our thoughts on Mind Mapping as we ask: “How Can You Use Mind Mapping?” Continue reading Ep 224 | The Merry Writer Podcast

[conscydraws]

My first 15 hours in Death Stranding

[tennessoui]

Hahaha i loved the pregnant one! What about the #19 with obikin please?

aw thank you!! and yes, here you go! tbh i had like....no idea what to do with this one but...enjoy!

[from this list of prompts]

[5. 'are you jealous' - 13. 'kiss me.' (LATEST) - 14. 'hey, i'm with you, okay? always.' - 18. 'this is the stupidest plan you've ever had. of course i'm in.' - 24. 'you're the only one i trust to do this' - 27. 'i'm pregnant' - 28. 'marry me?' - 29. 'i thought you were dead' - 32. 'i think i'm in love with you and i'm terrified' - 37. 'wanna dance?' - 44. 'if you die, i'm gonna kill you' - 41. 'you did all of this for me?' - 46. 'hey, have you seen...? oh']

19. 'the paint's supposed to go where?'

Anakin looks around at the assembled members of the Council, but no one is smiling. He risks a glance at Obi-Wan, only to find his master looking just as confused as he feels. This is both not a good sign, because that means the Council has gone so rogue that not even Obi-Wan understands what they're up to, and a great sign, because it means that Anakin isn't alone in...whatever this is.

"A break?" He repeats. The word sounds as foreign as it feels for him to speak. "You want me to...take a break. From the war."

"Not a matter of what, it is," Grandmaster Yoda assures him as he crosses his hands over the handle of his gimer stick. "Need a break, you do. Need a moment for yourselves, you both do."

"I quite disagree," Obi-Wan says immediately, and Anakin feels himself relax. If his master can be counted on for anything, it is to disagree in such well-articulated manner that other people just sort of get tired of arguing. "Perhaps a short wartime leave for General Skywalker would be permissible, even recommended, but I can assure you that I need no such intervention."

Anakin scowls. His master can't be counted on for anything these days. How could he have forgotten? After Rako Hardeen, after everything....

"A rest, you need as well, Master Obi-Wan," Yoda disagrees, sounding stern. "Asked for much from you, we have. Spent too long on the front lines, you have. Forgotten life outside the war, you both have."

"We're generals," Anakin points out, crossing his arms over his chest. He glares at the wall somewhere above Yoda's head. "I would think you'd want us to be focused on the ongoing war effort."

"Not to the detriment of your health," Master Windu says quietly. He's sitting straight-backed and tense in his Council seat, but his eyes look kind. Anakin doesn't think he can bear his kindness right now. Not while he's getting--getting demoted.

"My health is--" both Obi-Wan and Anakin snap at the same time before they cut off and look at each other before looking away. Anakin's throat feels tight, and he squeezes his mech-hand into a tight fist before forcing himself to relax.

"A bond, you share," Grandmaster Yoda intones as he looks between the pair of them. "Let it fall to ruin, we should not. All the more special, our ties to one another, in times of war and ruin. All the closer, we should keep the other."

"I'm sorry," Obi-Wan says, sitting upright in his chair for the first time this session. There's a rosy pink blush staining his cheeks. Anakin knows that looking at it for too long would be incredibly unwise for his long-term emotional stability. "But I have to ask: on what information are you basing these orders on? Have we acted in any way to make you think an intervention from the Council was necessary? Over something so personal?"

Yoda's ears flick backwards, and his face remains impassive. His Force signature, however, tinges with disbelief and something that feels a lot like amusement.

"Show them, we should," he tells Windu, and the other master agrees with a sigh, pulling up a file on his datapaad and keying it into the projecting device in the Council Room.

Anakin blinks and then narrows his eyes in confusion. He recognizes the still image projected in front of him. Or at least, half of it.

On the right side, it's him, sat in front of a holo camera with a printed picture in front of him. He remembers this. This was from a week ago. They'd brought in a Coruscanti mind-healer for the day to take observations of the Jedi fighting in the war. Anakin had been asked to participate in the study, given that he'd just returned for a short leave from the war front.

He hadn't realized Obi-Wan had also been asked to participate in the same thing, but there his master was in the split screen next to him.

"Oh," he says and he can feel the flush working its way across his cheeks as he remembers the sort of questions the mind-healer had asked him and how he'd responded. "I--I thought that was anonymous."

"It is," Master Windu says. "For most all of the other participants. Your results were worrying enough that Healer Soleuk flagged them for us."

"That's not how anonymity works," Obi-Wan bites out from his seat, and his flush has grown deeper as well. Red now, down to his neck. "Really, Mace--"

"Play it," Grandmaster Yoda commands, and Anakin's side of the screen bursts into motion.

"So I'm just here to get an understanding of how you've been while at war, Anakin," the mind healer's voice says from off-holo camera. "I'm not here to pass judgement or tell your supervisors anything you tell me. Do you understand?"

The Anakin on the screen nods, arms crossed tightly over his chest in a posture that looks incredibly defensive.

In the here and now, Anakin carefully uncrosses his arms and lets them drop to his side.

"Good," the mindhealer says. "Now, on the flimsi sheet before you, there's an outline of a humanoid body. I have about 10 other generic outlines of common sentient forms if you would like to switch to something else, but I wanted to start us out with this one. Do you see it?"

The Anakin on screen nods, and Anakin remembers how tedious he'd found the mind healer's commitment to describing every single thing she said or did as if he were a youngling who couldn't speak Galactic basic.

"Good," the healer says, and the Anakin on the screen's eye twitches. "Now, there are five vials of differently colored paint in before you. I'm going to give you ten minutes. Please use whichever paint, or combinations of paints, you would like to express yourself."

"What?" the Anakin on the screen says, eyebrows furrowing as he looks between the flimsi on the table and the mind healer. "Sorry, but--the paint's supposed to go where?"

"Wherever you want it to go, though I suppose preferably somewhere on the flimsi," the mindhealer tells him in the sort of tone Anakin's only ever heard the crechémaster use. "View this as...an opportunity to express yourself and your thoughts on the war. How has it impacted your body, your mind, if you decide that flimsi outline is yourself? How do you carry it? If I were looking for the war, where would I find it on this humanoid outline?"

The Anakin on the screen blinks at her and then his face flinches. Anakin remembers the feeling. He'd thought she was stupid or something. He'd thought she was wasting his time with finger paintings.

It's almost a relief, then, that Windu pauses the holo right as Anakin bends over his flimsi to start painting. And it's definitely a relief that apparently Obi-Wan was subjected to the same indignities.

Though of course his master handles himself with much more poise than Anakin had. He doesn't cross his arms as he listens to the mind healer, at least. And he seems to have so much patience for her dumb experiment and so many questions in turn that it's the mind healer's voice that goes high and thin with impatience, not Obi-Wan's.

But the holo is paused at the same moment, with Obi-Wan pulling the piece of flimis towards him and picking up one of the vials of paints.

Master Windu flicks the holoprojection to the next picture. Anakin squints at it. He recognizes his own work, of course, but his attention is caught by trying to study Obi-Wan's.

"One hundred Jedi were asked to participate in Healer Soleuk's study over the course of 5 days," Master Windu tells them. "As she said, she offered ten different outlines of sentient forms and five different colors of paint to use to map onto the bodies. You two were unique in two aspects. You were the only ones to solely use the color red in your drawings. And you were also the only ones to make your outlines look recognizably like another Jedi. Specifically, Master Kenobi drew a mech-arm on his figurine as well as a scar through the eyebrow of its right eye, and Knight Skywalker gave his figurine an orange beard--which he spent three minutes of his ten allotted minutes mixing paint for."

Anakin doesn't think anyone could pay him enough credits to get him to look at his master right now, and if the man's sudden silence in the Force is any indication, Obi-Wan feels the same way.

"Now, our understanding is that both of you painted the wounds that the other has incurred during the war. From memory, including the wounds received on missions where you were assigned apart. Is this correct?"

Anakin crosses his arms and frowns down at his feet.

"So," Master Windu says when neither of them replies, "to sum this up: your understanding of the war and its costs--your visualization of the whole of the galactic-wide war that has claimed the lives of many and disrupted everyone's peace and put at risk everyone's future--is, specifically, the wartime injuries that your partner has sustained while fighting it?"

Obi-Wan doesn't say anything so Anakin doesn't say anything either. Like Master, like padawan, he supposes.

"Right," Master Windu says. "So obviously, you're being given a two week leave. We've booked the pair of you passage to Scarif to leave in four hours. Please do remember to pack your sunscreen, Kenobi. I would hate to see how much red paint Knight Skywalker would have to use on your body-map the next time if you don't."

[orangesand-lemons-234]

Forever of the belief that Right Place Right Time should've been in the 2024 revival and it should've been a Lumber and Porter song.

[lonelysa1lor]

when the pens are dogs idk I didn't go to the party

[gremio0]

I kept seeing people on twitter make Sinner nationality headcanons so I decided to make my own except all of them are brazilian. subject to change

[sp1resong]

88. Mind cccc. blinks at you with evil intent

[ask game]

the henhouse in the yard was torn to splinters nothing left but feathers, bones, and blood

Charlatan in Red (A Fox's Wedding) - The Forgetmenauts

[ink--theory]

thoughts on bonerattle arena

[gbirrd]

1/9 - Babs Gordon tarot card designs for Complete Candor by @vexfulfolly as part of the @batfam-big-bang

Read the fic here!

Other cards:

1-Babs 2-Cass 3-Bruce 4-Tim 5-Damian 6-Jason 7-Duke 8-Steph 9-Dick

Image ID

Image 1:

A design of "The High Priestess" tarot card. It has the texture of recycled paper and reads "THE HIGH PRIESTESS". A symbol of an eye is visible behind the numeral "II".

Barbara Gordon sits in her wheelchair facing forward with a laptop that has a glowing Oracle symbol on it. Her glasses are the same green as the symbol. The bottom part of a clock face is visible behind her, illuminating her in a pale yellow.

Image 2:

A design of "The High Priestess" tarot card. It has the texture of recycled paper and reads "THE HIGH PRIESTESS" upside down. A symbol of an eye is visible behind the numeral "II".

Barbara Gordon sits in her wheelchair facing foward with a laptop that has a glowing Oracle symbol on it. She has taken her glasses off and is holding them in her right hand to reveal pupil-less white eyes. Semi-transparent green eyes form the shape of her Batgirl cowl over her face and a large neon green eye glows brightly behind her, backlighting her in the same green. The entire design is upside-down.

[creepyscritches]

Ngl monster hunter wilds is one of the most frustrating UIs and command entry systems I've used. I mean, I GET that it's a long established series so people are familiar with the setup, but it is genuinely a mark of shit setup if there is no real tutorial on how to use the system if you have no prev mh experience :/

Radial menu heal commands are just gaslighting at this point. 3 - 5 attempts to get the input to actually register mid-battle.....caca ass layout 🙃

[vulpinesaint]

kind of unfortunate that so many fantasy epics are also war novels because i will be honest i just do not like war novels that much... the grand clashing of forces is compelling obviously but it requires characters to talk about so much practical battle strategy and while i can get my brain to comprehend all these fantasy maps and kingdoms and borders and battalions and front lines and army movements it takes up. so much space in the book. feels like i'm fighting a war of my own trying to get through it sometimes

[elderwisp]

◁ || ▷

Atlas: Taryn? Hey!

Atlas: What happened-

Taryn: Please don’t. 

Atlas: Can you talk to me?

Taryn: [ strained ] What is there to say that you don’t already know? I keep asking myself why you’re so nice to me all of a sudden. Why would someone like you be around someone like me and it’s such a… Mind-fuck. 

Atlas: I swear to you, it isn’t like that-

Taryn: Am I just a one night stand?

Atlas: [ stammers ] N-No! 

Taryn: Convincing.

Atlas: I’m sorry it wasn’t a good enough response, I’m just caught off guard. Why would you assume that?

Taryn: Because my questions made sense the minute you walked out of that building and there was lipstick smeared all over your face. Then you gave me this look, something about it made me realize I wasn’t the first and I don’t think I’d be the last. 

Atlas: [ flatly ] We didn’t even catch each other's name, that’s how little it meant. 

Taryn: [ barely a whisper ] Oh now that’s incredibly fucked up… Was that supposed to make me feel better?

Atlas: Bee-

Taryn: [ voice breaks ] Was it worth it? [ pauses ] Don’t… Answer that. I’m… Gonna go now.

[redbootsindoriath]

Welcome to I-just-realized-that-I-only-posted-4-times-in-the-whole-of-last-year. I was largely uncreative throughout 2023 and 2024, unfortunately, but I think I've finally compiled enough stuff for a short queue as a sort of apology to you guys. A lot of the art is over six months old, some of it from more than a year ago, which means I get to dust off my backlog tag again.

A majority of the queue is going to be stuff from my own original works, which I am aware is not the reason most of you guys follow my blog, but alas, the artist must be a slave to the muse. Last month I picked up writing again more than 5 years after setting aside my main writing project, so there's been a lot of character design and other worldbuilding taking up most of my free time lately. Which is exciting for me, but I know it's nothing compared to Tolkien's legendarium and I apologize for that. Unfortunately I haven't worked on much Tolkien stuff for quite a while, which is going to make this a very unusual and jumbled series of posts with artwork from all across the board. Some of it is going to be unfinished in a big way: stuff I meant to share here when it was done but never got around to finishing.

First post should be up tomorrow at 11 a.m. GMT (I think), and then one per day at that same time until the queue runs out.

[the-dragon-hearted]

This motherfucking city gives me so much anxiety. Because all my life I've assumed that's the ocean. Right? Magnolia has a bay. That big blue thing? Ocean. Sea. Maybe bay.

Which explains the canals, right? Yeah, Magnolia is a smaller port city tucked into the mountains and is very useful for some of Fiore's minor trade upriver because it has a train station right there. Its canals give easy access to goods moving inland because of the quick connection to transportation. EASY~

YOU WOULD THINK THAT WOULDN'T YOU!??

You see it? DO YOU SEE IT!? Above Hargeon, like 100 miles from any body of water?? OKAY. SO NO OCEAN THEN?? We got the train tracks, though! One win!

Maybe this map is just wrong. Let's look at a different one:

We don't have a lot to work with here but you see that three story one with the red roof that's def the original Fairy Tail guildhall and is also COMEPLETELY FUCKING INLAND. OKAY, NO OCEAN THERE EITHER - I mean, at least we have a river close by BUT NO LAKE?? No OCEAN? You expect me to believe THIS:

Is a RIVER!????

NO OCEAN AT ALL!????

So. Just so everyone knows, I'm making my own fucking map and geography for the fanfiction. Don't come at me. Magnolia is on a bay now, and no one's gonna change my mind. Mountains to the north and east, forest to the west, big ass bay to the south.

THAT'S IT, I'M GOING TO BED NOW!

THAT IS OCEAN GODDAMMIT! NO WAY THAT'S A FUCKING RIVER -

[nadas-dirthalen]

a peek behind the curtain: the earliest theorycrafting stage looks Like This, organizing my thoughts before i try and make posts about them.

just look at how many times i'm like "AAAAA look this up! and this other thing!!!"

(also note: these are all incomplete, and there will be so many more. i've got thousands more words to write, after all 😇)