#lorestars

[lorestars]

Jardín Botánico de Palermo Film - Lomo LC-A

[convexly]

Untitled by The film Collection Via Flickr: Film - Pentax MV

[thomasjamesisaacblog]

Flowers at home by The film Collection Via Flickr: Film - Lomo LC-A

[moonandris]

No Context WIP Tag Game

Share a line from a WIP with no context. 💗

Thank you so much for the tag @deanwax I really needed a lil nudgie nudge because I've been stuck with writers block and I've been dying to hop into my writing again in any capacity. Tag games always help with that. It's also a bit more than a line, my bad. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I shall also give a little nudgie nudge (absolutely no pressure) to @shadow-of-tea-and-tea @kalihellwillhopefullywrites @alinacapellabooks @spamfromlee @the-ethereal-lorestar

Raine knew from the moment he was slapped awake to a dark holding cell, hands cuffed behind his back, a bucket of ice water dumped over his head: this time he had seriously fucked up.

[char-writes]

Excerpt: Cylindra meets Elysia

As I've gone through my editing so far, I've come across a few passages that I have starred as favorites. I figured that it's only fair to share a few!

The first snippet I've got is a meeting between Cylindra and Elysia. I love these two so much-- you have no idea. Ahh... they give me butterflies.

As the story is told from Cylindra's perspective and she doesn't know Elysia yet, assume that the stranger in question here is, in fact, our beloved Elysia.

~

The woman pushes to her knees, breathing heavily— blood streaks her cheek and throat like the claw marks of some beast, bruises stuck to her chin and lips. She looks at Cylindra, and she looks like an animal who’s bitten their leg free from some trap only to stumble into another.

This stranger says nothing, her breaths too ragged for words, and she attempts to push to her feet. For a moment, it seems she might make it; and, for a moment, Cylindra wonders if this is nothing more than a hallucination, a vision of the minor deities said to follow Flores around. Perhaps this is Vesuvia, Flores’s helper, a guide for lost and desperate souls. Perhaps it’s Mora, a prophetic messenger who brings tales of the future.

Or, maybe, it’s just a girl who’s escaped disaster, Cylindra thinks as the stranger falls back to her knees.

“Careful,” Cylindra says, rushing towards the girl. She catches her beneath the arms, taking her weight with a heavy grunt. The stranger loses her balance, her white slip of a dress slick beneath her feet as she falls into Cylindra’s hold.

~

Tag List (let me know if you want to be added/removed. It's my first time actually using the tag list, too, so my apologies if I missed anyone or added you by mistake!)

@saedoeswriting @mr-writes @darlingsmoon @aloeverawrites @dumdeedums-blog @the-ethereal-lorestar

[aohendo]

Incorrect Quote Tag Game

Rules: Use this quote generator & list as many quotes as you like using characters from your WIPs, then tag some other people!

Thanks for the tag, @authorofstories55! Going with Prince for Hire for this one.

Iiriok: The first time I ever got upset in front of Musyr, they put their arms around me and it was so awkward that I had to ask them if they were hugging me or reaching for something on the shelf behind me. Musyr: I was doing both, for your information. Kiris: The first time Musyr hugged me, it was such a disaster we didn’t make eye contact for, like, a week after.

Kiris: I'm a firm believer in "if you're going to fail, you might as well fail spectacularly."

Kiris: I think my guardian angel drinks.

Iiriok: Goddamn it, the printer broke while printing out Kiris's birthday invitations. Musyr: Well, what are they supposed to say? Iiriok: "Kiris's birthday". Musyr: So, what do they say instead? Iiriok: "Kiris’s bi". Musyr: Musyr: Works out either way.

*Kiris sends more than 5 messages in a row* Musyr: I ain’t reading all that. Musyr: I’m happy for you tho. Musyr: Or sorry that happened.

Tagging @fearofahumanplanet, @the-ethereal-lorestar, @kiss-my-aquari-ass, and @literary-artist!

[the-ethereal-lorestar]

If stuck, go stupid!

Me, a.k.a. SoulGalaxyWolf a.k.a the-ethereal-lorestar

[lucidite]

Sunset III by The film Collection Via Flickr: Film, expired 2008 - Pentax MV

[persseida]

bokehlicious par The film Collection Via Flickr : Film, expired 2006 - Pentax MV

[flimsy-flower]

picking flowers I by The film Collection Via Flickr: Film, expired 2011 - Pentax MV

[jamespbrady]

Sunset I by The film Collection Via Flickr: Film, expired 2008 - Pentax MV

[lorestars]

Ponte de Lima Film - Lomo LC-A 

[antoniocontent]

pic: lorestars on flickr

[gokgoznisaa]

THE COLLISION - NODES

This projects was aimed to create experiential walkway and special node spots through this walkway which finally will end up with the research hub in the following stage of the project. In my project, I first analyzed the flora and the climatic conditions of the area. Then I observe the cir- culation pattern of the people in this free area in order to decide the route of the walkway. After the analysis part, I decide on three spots to be nodes. The reason of selection of each spot was special in order to make each node offering different experiences. Opennes, permeability, priva- cy, plant types, soil type... all taken into consideration. The logic behing the design of nodes was also special. There is a special condition in METU campus, therefore, in the given area, the dual nature : forest + steppe. Being inspired from that fact, in each node I designed a kind of collision of two different paths; when two different paths collide, they form nodes. And of course, the way they collide was also specific to each specific spots, therefore the each node. For example, in “the Lorestar”, the idea was that there are lots of paths in the forest what makes forest as lybrinth, and when two paths are collide in this specific location they must be scattered around and dispersed to the area which helps people to find their way and at the same time experience the forest, its mystery. role in the project : designer category of the project : architectural design PERSONAL COMMENTS ON THE PROJECT The project was benefical in terms of respecting to the nature. I have special aims while creating experiences for people. I want them to see the duality of the nature but not from just eye-level, not just from one viewpoint, rather different levels and different viewpoints. Each node also should be respecting the specific conditions of the site, spots where they located. I believe that each site has its own spirit and we as designers should understand and respect to it, and also the way we design should be in the way that making people sense this spirit and also enhances the experience of that spirit. By this project, I understand lots of things, but this I mentioned above was the most special outcome of the project for me.

[devilstar13]

Un Poco De Lo Qué Fue Mi Sábado Convivir Un Rato Con Dos Grandes Cosplayers De Esta Ciudad Primero Fue @lorestarcosplay Con Su Excelente Cos De #ASUNA De #SWORDARTONLINE y Un Plus Que Recibí Fueron Esos Zings Gracias LoreStar 👍😁 (en Frikiplaza Uruguay 17) https://www.instagram.com/p/B3V01FyjOzr/?igshid=1b1ipzvzqtqmo

[hadesthesixth]

fire when the strobe hits you.

It’s an intense panic, settled into his core. He knows better, knows to brush it off, to not think of what’s happening and why and to just end this mess with her before trying to help.

But he doesn't, thinks on his toes. A well placed spell shatters the gallows, sending Kai falling. She knew it’d get to him, rupture his focus, but she didn't count on the cunning-- another spell, this time slowing his decent. He falls slowly, into the waiting arms of another friend, and then the Sun Elf turns his fury to her.

It’s a strange fight, if only because neither of them are thinking properly. Turns rabid, with him peeling back flesh for fur of a lion, and her opening the tides to destroy.

It works, if only for a moment. Fire and lightning strike flesh, and leave marks he won’t see till much later, but he doesn't think of it when he wakes up. 

He thinks only of what happened to the people he was trying to save, how they fare. Finds each, groggy and slightly bruised around the neck, but all perfectly healthy. It warms him, tries not to let his eyes stray on Kai. Not the same person, he thinks. Doesn't know when he was taken, doesn't know how, but not all the memories will be there. And he doesn't want to think about what that means for him, other than knowing that perhaps, he won’t remember his stupidity. 

For now, he feels oddly at peace, if slightly nauseous from the stress.