#plotist

[writtenapoiogy]

stretch; miguel diaz

pairing: miguel diaz x f!reader

summary: "hi how are you!!!? i’ve been thinking about this a lot, but reader being the only person to take care of miguel after his surgery / incident and it just creates so much attraction; since she’s always touching etc 😵‍💫😵‍💫 just pure smut"

word count: 1.4k

warnings: nsfw, 18+, smut, MINORS DNI, dry humping, unprotected sex, underage sex, penetrative sex, slight choking, dirty talkish, and porn with plotist again

a/n: i had a very busy weekend but i really wanted to get this out i hope everyone enjoys!!

When you found out Miguel got into a fight at school and then was in the hospital in a coma, when you were out of town, your heart shattered.

You had your mom get you a flight back to California, as soon as possible.

You didn’t know if he was gonna wake up. You don’t even know how he survived a fall like that.

It had now been about two weeks since the surgery and Miguel was still in the wheelchair. You came by every day to cheer him up. You loved putting a smile on his face.

Plus the two of you haven't really been able to be intimate. His mom and Yaya were out running some errands. You had offered to go for them but Miguel's mom insisted you stay with him while they were gone. She said she loved the way you brought a smile onto his face, especially right now.

You took your spare key out of your purse and opened the door.

“Hey, migs.” You said, walking into his room.

“Hi, baby,” he smiled up at you.

You showed up with a bag of his favorite snacks from the corner store.

You sat the bag of food down on his desk, “Okay before we get to the rewards. Ready to do some stretches?”

“I’d like to stretch something out..” he muttered under his breath, low enough that you couldn’t hear him.

“What was that?” You said before placing a kiss on his lips.

“Nothin,” he mumbled against your lips, right before deepening the kiss a little. He felt his dick harden a little.

You, unreluctantly, placed your hand on the back of his neck, kissing him back before pulling away.

“C’mon,” he reached for your waist.

You backed up swiftly and smiled at him. “We’ll make out later. First, stretches.” You smiled at him.

You went out into the living room to grab a pillow off the couch. When you returned to his room you stuffed the pillows behind his back so that he was sitting up.

You lifted up his left leg and sat down in front of his right leg. You placed your right hand on his ankle, your left moved to his upper thigh, lightly moving his basketball shorts down to his upper thigh.

He inhaled a sharp breath as he felt your hand inch very close to his mid region.

“You ready?” You asked.

Miguel nodded at you with his bottom lip between his mouth. He loved and missed your touch so much. He felt himself fully harden when he glanced down and saw your hand that close to his dick. He knew that if he didn’t keep his mouth shut he might've let out a moan.

You pushed your right hand that was holding his ankle towards his lower stomach. The action made the hand that was already extremely close to his dick graze it and you inhaled lightly feeling the hardness.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “Please.”

“Miguel…”

“Y/N, Please. It’s been so long. I wanna feel you around me any way I can. Please.” Miguel practically whined.

You put his leg down and crawled into his lap, placing your knees around his hips. His clothed cock rubbed against your heat as you sat down in his lap. Miguel’s hands shot up to your ass to guide your grinding when you leaned down to lay a searing hot kiss upon his lips.

Miguel moaned when you moved your lips down to his neck, “Fuck, yes.”

You started to moan into his ear as you kept grinding your hips against his. Miguel’s hands stayed on your ass helping you move your hips with his.

He wanted to come so bad and you knew he didn’t want to in his own pants. 

He wanted you. 

He needed you. 

He needed to come inside you. More than he needed air. More than he cared about being able to walk again. All that clouded his thoughts was you. And especially right now, all he could think about was feeling your hot wet heat squeezing him as he released his hot seed into your pussy. Deep inside of you.

Staying deep inside you until he was sure he was spent. He wanted you to have all of his come. Not wanting to waste a drop.

You stopped moving your hips and practically had to rip his hands off your ass. You quickly removed your pants and underwear and pushed his just below his ass. 

As much as you loved being against him. Skin to Skin. You needed him to be inside of you right that moment. And you needed to feel him come inside of you

You swiftly grabbed his cock and put it at your entrance and started to slowly sit down on him.

Miguel moaned your name when you slid just right past his head. “Mmmm, babe. It’s like you read my fucking mind.”

All you could manage to get out was a low whine, making him smirk. Since it had been so long it was feeling like the first time you two had sex. And it was almost too much for you to handle.

You sucked in a sharp breath when you were completely sitting on his cock. You felt like he was in your stomach. You placed your hand on your stomach like you had a baby in there. Miguel bit his lip then grabbed your ass even harder, eliciting a moan from you. He started to lift you up slowly, slamming you back down onto his cock. You couldn't help but let out a loud moan.

“M-Mi-Miguel, oh fuck!” You gasped. You may have been on top but he was still in control. He was making your mind go dizzy. You had to drop your hands onto his chest to bind yourself.

Miguel kept letting out groans, hearing your pussy squelch around him. He was so close to coming so fucking close. He started to bring you up and down at a faster pace. Saying a slew of curse words in Spanish.

“Y/N, I want you to come for me. Do you wanna come for me?” Miguel spoke in between his grunts. 

You tried to get out the words to respond to him but your words came out in babbles as you reached the tip of your climax you were so close and-

“Did you fucking hear me?” He growled as he took one hand from your hips and wrapped it against your neck.

You’ve never felt your climax hit you so hard and so fast. Your eyesight went spotty from how hard you shut your eyes. You love it so so sooo fucking much when he’s assertive. 

You couldn’t help yourself but moan out his name over and over again as you felt yourself get wetter as you milked his hot. Begging him to come not using so many words.

“Si, esa es mi chica.” He smiled at you and then you felt his dick twitch inside of you. He removed his hand from around your neck and put it back on your hip. Miguel quickly moved you no more than an inch up before slamming you right back down on his cock. He came while moaning. You will never get over how good it feels when he comes inside of you. Claiming you.

Miguel's climax made you come again

You clenched your pussy around him making sure you got every last drop of his seed. You bent down and gave him a slow kiss as you cut your breath.

“I love you so much handsome.”

“I love you most, mi amor.”

You lifted yourself off of him with a wince, having gotten used to him inside of you again. You went on to clean the both of you up.

You climbed back into the bed and then laid on his chest. You loved his afterglow after you two finished. You loved staring at his face and taking in every single one of his features as if you were outlining a picture of him on a piece of paper. He was so goddamn beautiful and you couldn’t wrap your head around it. 

You didn't realize you were dozing off til you woke up about an hour later and you continued to examine his face like you had been doing before you fell asleep. You could do this for the rest of your life.

[camspam]

You’ve probably got, like, a ba-jillion fluffy bunnies jumping around the inside of that skull of yours, begging to be put down on paper and sorted into something that vaguely resembles a plot.

And maybe some of you’ve tried tons of different timeline methods- like sorting it out on sticky notes, except there’s not enough room for that anywhere, or doing it in a notebook or a document, except that’s too much freakin’ effort and there’s still not enough room- and what if you lose it? What if it gets destroyed? What if you spill hot chocolate all over it?

Well, I can’t stop you from spilling hot chocolate all over your laptop, but I can suggest that you check out Plotist. It’s this online site that offers you the ability to create neat, co-ordinated timelines with elements of your story. It’s not as good as, say, Aeon Timeline, but at least Plotist is FREE. If you want to make your stuff private, though, you gotta pay a monthly or annual subscription fee, but you do get a good long trial that before that. So long, in fact, that I didn’t even realise I was on a trial until just today when I was informed I had 19 days left. Thought I’d wasted my time making this post for a second there!

But, no, Plotist is free. You can even collaborate with other users on projects and export your stories and timelines! How cool is that? So even if you do want to keep your timeline all hush-hush (because we all have that fear of someone stealing our ideas, as dumb as that is), you can create it, export it and then delete it. All’s good!

You got this, scribbler!

[boopboopimasheep-blog]

I’m writing!.. kind of

Follow me on plotist for actual story from my attempt at story-ing 

I think the name’s Sorcemast but also possibly BlackSheepBah. Don’t judge me, usernames are difficult

I’ve decided to use my tumblr as a dump site for all things writing and world-building etc. Probably no one cares but it’s not about you or them, it's about me

[beaplotist]

Just a reminder! We’re no longer in beta! Let the writing commence!

[claudehenrion]

Vacances (plus soucieuses qu'insouciantes) n° 7 : les mabouls de Kaboul

  Plusieurs lecteurs s'étonnent que je n'aie pas déjà ''pondu'' un billet sur le drame afghan. Mais un modeste blogueur n'a qu'un seul rêve : éviter de parler pour ne rien dire et d'enfoncer des portes ouvertes, comme notre Président au ''20 heures'', lundi dernier. Or pour Kaboul, tout le monde savait comment tout ça devait finir : les GI's finiraient par en avoir marre de mener une demi-guerre sans but, et les talibans, toujours pas convertis à l'intelligence, étaient prêts pour la reprise des  coups de bâton, des châtiments physiques et des amputations, la claustration des femmes, l'interdiction de toute musique, et tant d'autres stupidités...  Nihil novi sub sole.

En revanche, on peut imaginer des conséquences redoutables. Je l'ai déjà écrit souvent, ici : au delà de la tentation d'extrapoler sur des conséquences inévitables au Sahel... et ailleurs, notre situation me fait penser à ces constantinopolitains qui, le 28 mai 1453, ne voulaient pas voir que leur ville bien-aimée, cette merveille du monde et la source d'une superbe civilisation millénaire, allait tomber le lendemain, dans un paroxysme d'horreurs et de massacres : le Bosphore, pour des semaines, serait rouge de leur sang de martyrs involontaires... Et pourtant, à quelques heures de ce malheur qui allait défigurer à jamais l'Histoire du monde, ils se querellaient sur des inepties qui seraient à jamais leur honte devant le jugement du Temps.

Croyez-vous que nous avons appris quelque chose de ce drame absolu ? Rien ! Au moment où des sauvages déguisés, barbus (et laids) prennent le contrôle absolu d'un pays plus étendu que la France, nous nous disputons comme des chiffonniers, et nos familles se déchirent, à propos du rôle éventuel des ''vaccins'' dans l'atteinte ou pas d'une ''immunité collective'' (... que nous dénonçons ici comme impossible depuis 18 mois, délai qu'il a fallu pour que l'Université de Cambridge le reconnaisse officiellement. Mais pas la France, encore : nos ''scientifiques'' --qui ne sont que de tristes médicastres prêts à perdre leur temps pour parader devant des caméras-- commencent à peine à découvrir cette évidence : la fameuse ''immunité collective'' promise commençait à 60 %, puis 65. Puis ils ont revu leurs chiffres : à 85 et 90 %, on allait voir ce qu'on allait voir. Et enfin, la semaine dernière, ils ont reconnu du bout des lèvres que même à 98 %, elle était inatteignable... et qu'il faudrait ''donc'' (?) rendre obligatoire ce qui ne marchera de toutes façons pas davantage. NDLR).

En réalité, comme les Byzantins (mutatis, mutandis), nous faisons semblant de ne pas voir la flotte ennemie qui attend son heure, sur la mer de Marmara... (dans notre cas, il s’agit de flottilles d'embarcations précaires, sur la mer Méditerranée). Craignons que les générations futures, si elles pensent encore, ne nous résument à notre insouciance et à notre aveuglement qui, au niveau où nous les poussons, sont proches de l’infamie et de la bêtise pure... Si on osait regarder la vérité en face, on serait même en droit de se demander si l'abandon honteux des afghans au pouvoir de forces obscures (et, plus encore, obscurantistes) n'est pas la défaite de trop, au niveau symbolique (je veux dire : celle dont on s'apercevra bientôt qu'il ne fallait pas la subir). L'islam l'appelle ''la reine des batailles'', celle qui change le cours de l'histoire. Malheureusement, nous aurons à revenir sur ce point, passé inaperçu de la totalité des faiseurs d'opinion --qui sont des détricoteurs d'Histoire.

Les jeux déraisonnables dans lesquels nous nous perdons évoquent le personnage d'Ivan Ilitch, du roman de Tolstoï ''La mort d'un juge'' (1886), qui s'épuise à mille choses futiles sans vouloir voir qu'une main, dans l'ombre, va le frapper et que, dans un instant, tout cela n'aura plus la moindre importance, mais qui persiste dans son aveuglement, jusqu'à l'absurde. Je ne peux pas m'empêcher de penser que nous sommes ce personnage fictif (devenu réel, pour chacun de nous : c'est nous !), si humain dans son inconséquence : nous persistons à nous accrocher à des querelles picrocholines (NDLR : pros et cons de Raoult, accros ou pas au vaccin, fans ou pas du ''pass'', cons ou plotistes, etc...) alors que nous savons que nous risquons de disparaître, et que pourrait sombrer le monde pour, par, et dans lequel nous avons vécu, et avec lui tout ce que nous avons aimé, les 2000 ans de ce qui restera à n'en pas douter comme la plus belle civilisation ayant existé --et la plus douce à vivre, pour l'Homme-- en train de s'évanouir, pendant que nous nous épuisons inutilement à taxer à 135€ toute personne qui veut boire un café sans sacrifier au néo-rite du ‘’Cuhercod’’ --démontré inopérant--, dont notre orgueil et notre prétention ont fait, sans raison, une vérité dogmatique. Comme c'est triste !

C'est là que refait surface un de mes ''dadas'' (que je crois déterminant) : à la base de l'immense chambardement qui est ''en Marche'' (hélas...) dont les conséquences seront, à terme, tellement plus graves que le drame déjà terrible que fut la chute de Constantinople, il y a la perte du sens de notre civilisation... donc de notre vie et de notre raison d'être, dont les contre-systèmes délétères actuels ont fait des raisons de ne pas être ! En d'autres mots --càd ceux qui auraient été utilisés à toute autre époque mais qui sont si mal vus en ce moment-- nous sommes victimes et punis d’avoir tourné le dos à notre Dieu. Et que l'on croie en lui ou non n'est pas le sujet : toute civilisation, c’est un fait, présuppose l'existence préalable d'un dieu ou d'une divinité, et c'est en vain qu'on chercherait un seul exemple contraire : les atroces velléités en ''-isme'' du XXè siècle ont à peine duré... le temps de leur chute.

C'est de la perte de confiance dans leur(s) dieu(x)-référent(s) que sont mortes les anciennes civilisations, l’exemple le plus frappant étant l’Amérique centrale où seize cavaliers, 518 fantassins, treize artilleurs et huit petits canons (et la variole, tout de même) sont facilement venus à bout d'armées entières et d'une civilisation superbe et puissante mais dont les habitants stupéfaits avaient vu Hernàn Cortes pisser (littéralement) sur leur dieu, le Quetzalcoatl, et ne pas avoir été foudroyé dans la seconde. Le Dieu des conquistadores étant plus puissant que celui des Aztèques, à quoi se raccrocher ? Tout était perdu... et le fut. Et leur monde avec. L'Histoire de l'humanité est remplie de dieux morts... mais vite remplacés, tant il est vrai qu'est inscrit dans nos gènes ou dans notre essence le besoin d'un principe transcendant.

Une dernière remarque semble avoir sa place, ici : certains de nos contemporains refusent la possibilité que disparaisse notre civilisation. Non qu'ils souscrivent obligatoirement à l'existence (nécessaire mais pas suffisante) du Dieu qui lui a donné naissance, mais juste parce qu'elle semble si fortement installée qu'elle pourrait presque paraître éternelle.  Mais... qui donc aurait pu prédire l'écroulement de l'immense religion des égyptiens, l'oubli total de celle des zoroastriens pourtant si bien ancrée dans l'histoire de la Perse, ou l'attrition des mythologies grecque et romaine dont le joli polythéisme donnait une merveilleuse explication poétique du monde, et qui étaient tellement à leur place dans les univers où elles régnaient...

Sans vraiment le vouloir toujours, nous avons ouvert la porte à un processus qui ne saurait exclure l'hypothèse que le christianisme --tombé si bas, déjà-- ne cède sa place pourtant méritée à un autre Dieu dont les fidèles, eux, ont gardé  intacte ''la foi de leurs pères''... Ce serait alors la fin de la prééminence de tout ce que ''notre'' Dieu --Dieu, quoi !-- a, sans discussion, offert à l'Homme : une manière de ressentir le monde, une façon de concevoir son humanité, un mode de pensée, des lois, des habitudes, des manières de regarder les choses et les gens, un culte de la beauté plus poussé que partout ailleurs... bref, ce qui s'appelle ''une civilisation''. Et c'est là que les images de la folie des mabouls de Kaboul justifie toute notre attention, notre réflexion, nos craintes pour notre avenir... et la nécessité urgente d'une reprise de contact avec le réel et les ‘’fondamentaux’’. Mais nous en reparlerons, très bientôt...

H-Cl.

[asynca]

I went to get the dot points for my next chapter of Bone to Pick from plotist so I can start writing it and THEY’RE CLOSING??????? halkejhrgakjerg which means I need to find ANOTHER plot management program. 

UGUGHHHhhhh

[moiracistemechant]

Tiens, c’est bientôt la rentrée, les cons plotistes sortent du bois. Allez visiter la page de Claire, car c'est quelqu'un qui sache à fond. https://www.facebook.com/clairecherruault jeanNem

[wrex-writes]

ticklingarrow replied to your post “Could you maybe write about where to put all your brainstorm ideas and...”

I think you might mean World Anvil and notebook.ai (and plenty more). I also find evernote helpful with organizing notes as a free scrivener alternative

(original post for reference)

Yes, I think so! Here’s the links to those:

World Anvil

Notebook.ai

And here’s a couple more I dug up from my bookmarks:

StoryShop

Plotist

[jax332]

Ooc Rambling

I definitely feel like Jax’s whole musical aesthetic would be the different phases of the battle with Asriel in Undertale. His life wasn’t really the best after being adopted by his aunt, though that was the beginning of his life. He ran away from home and got himself an education in conjury while trying to also learn thaumaturgy and ended up on the sideline of the war come the battle of Carteneau. In the corner of his world where he grew up, he returned as a black mage at the measly age of 18 and tried his best to turn the tides of the battle with advances from Baelsar’s wall, but after being abandoned by the Adders and the God’s Quiver, he was captured and kept in Castrum Abania for half a year. 

I really enjoy Jax’s story because it’s not only extremely traumatic, but it shows that he’s overcome his own personal hardships, no matter how difficult they were to get over. I feel like, while it isn’t exactly the same thing Asriel went through, he still has had terrible points in his life where he apologized for all the bad he did, did his best to make up for his own mistakes, and genuinely cared for and tried to help/befriend everyone he’s met (although Asriel got bored and killed everyone multiple times after that). Jax stands as a reflection of myself and a light in my world to always aspire to do better and be better. He is my “Warrior of Light” if you will, and I could never be more proud of my own creation than I am of Jax. Every other FFXIV OC I’ve made has been a support character to his own story and I feel like that was my mistake regarding this whole overarching story I’m trying to create. I gave them purpose, but no personality. No story of their own, no path to walk that hasn’t been paved. Mayhap that’s something I can try to work on, because I legitimately have 6 characters and only one of them really speaks to me about the work I’ve put into them.

 Now, that being said, Jax has had about 3 years worth of thought and work. The others have scarcely had six months. Duncan had his Return to Ivalice thing, Rasho had his whole Ironworks Engineer turned hometown vigilante/rescue his sister thing. J’kehy has practically nothing but terrible run-ins with the Ascians trying to reap his soul, because hey, killing one of Hydaelyn’s chosen gets them one step closer to their goal. Dayir, a Xaela I haven’t even released or announced yet, is pretty much only going on being Jax’s Father’s body guard. Idek if I’m gonna have him actually live through my story or finally pay off his debt protecting Jax from some dumb shit like Haurchefant and make his death the crescendo of this amalgamation of words the turning point of the tale I’m trying to tell. “A life wrought with sorrow is no life at all.” And yet, everything I plan to put my creations through is going to push them to their very limits, test their determination and resolve, and potentially kill them. Not to even mention, all of the friends that I’ve mad along my 3 year journey with this game are all in on this, and their characters have their own roles to play. 

Now, where this all ties in, is that knowing the pressure put on Jax weighs heavier than the pressure on himself, @entristumbles character, Entris, would most likely approach the distraught miqo and tell him something like “You’ve got it all wrong, Jax. It goes ‘A life wrought with sorrow is better than no life at all. Your father always believed....” Because his character, much like himself, is very wise and random and supportive. @zachi1027 character would approach the two and nod. “Aye, he said it to comfort me a few times.” While his mother, who doesn’t have a tumblr, would sit back with Rasho and the others, sip on a hot coffee, and mumble something like “I was never there for him, albeit it wasn’t my own choice. I don’t feel like I should interru-” as she gets interrupted by Jax running up to her and hugging her, telling her she’s an amazing mother and that nothing that happened was her fault. That would be an appropriate moment to play His Theme if it were a movie (or better yet, get @kepesktribe Mikh’to to strum it on his little lyre while laughing at the bunch of goofballs. Gods forbid anyone try to hurt him, Jax’d flip out hella hard and probably kill somebody). 

The entire thing about Jax’s story is that, even though it started as an Undertale joke, Determination is key (which started AFTER I accidentally made my uh... my healers have 2200 DET. cough). Everything Jax does, he does for the greater good around him without even thinking of the effects it’d have on himself. That is what I love about him. He took the weight of his past and used it as another stepping stone to become the man he is today. That is what I love about him. I hope this thing turns out the way we want it to. I can’t help but have doubts, as it’s still one big ass jumbled mess. Thanks for dealing with my rambling, I just figured I’d throw some down to earth content out for once.

If anyone is interested in the story, we have an “active” Plotist for it, and I use that term very loosely. It’s a very neat site that lets you create a timeline of events for a story you’re trying to make so that writing it can become less of a chore and more of a search for the right words, or vice versa.

 https://www.plotist.com/profiles/Zachi1027/worlds/Zachi1027-ff14-free-company-rp/summary

[hestia135]

Anyone can have theories of their own, anyone can try and prove their point through experiences and scientific approach, or not prove them and just think and talk about theories.

However, you can’t say your theory has been proven if it is not true. A theory becomes a scientific theory if it can be both proven and unproven through experiences.

You don’t have to wait for someone to prove your theory, just do it. Citing your sources doesn’t make you a bootliking whatever, it allows people to verify what you say. Doesn’t mean you can’t cite yourself, if you’ve made experiences of your own.

No matter where and when you live there will be a group of conservative « leaders » to talk you down. It isn’t okay, I agree. But it doesn’t mean that you have to become a « plotist » and talk down people who try to understand and verify your theory. Because, as I said, it’s the fate of a theory: to be discussed, proven and unproven.

This is a fucking new one

[boopboopimasheep-blog]

Creepy staircases are a real look.

First and last ones work really well for the kind of feel I'm after for my own castle/chateaux in the book I'm writing. Not sure if there's a section on the Barkridge forest and castle on plotist but that's what it is if you're curious.

School hoes back in a couple of days and I'm in year 12 so I probably won't get to write much but I'll see how I go ;)

PS: year 12 is the last year of schooling for all you non-aussies out there 😬

*I don't own any of these photos!! I just think they're pretty rad*

[beaplotist]

Your story deserves to be as beautiful as it’s concept!

[pollination-tech]

I hope this is okay for me to ask, but do you have any tips for someone who wants to start writing a Sims story with many characters? With MV you have many storylines but they are all so well-developed and interesting. Do you let the sims’ in-game actions drive the story at all or do you have everything plotted out in advance? Thanks for your time & excellent stories!

Ohh my gosh, this is absolutely more than okay to ask, and I hope I can give you a helpful answer!! Thank you so much for reading my silly little sims story!!

I got kind of long-winded, so my answer is below the cut -- if I didn’t quite answer your question, please feel free to send another ask or IM me!! (Or if you’re on Discord you can always send me a DM there!!)

I joke a lot that I mostly fly by the seat of my pants -- and that’s really only half a joke. When I started MV, I had four characters in mind -- Taz, Adia, Gretta, and Sforz. They were the four main characters from a story I’d written 8 years before, and when I set out, I’d intended on just kind of playing TS4 and seeing what happened (with a loose framework for the story I wanted to tell in mind -- that is, Taz having a romance with both Gretta and Adia, and having a baby with Gretta).

About a month or so later, I’d given up on actually “playing the game” and started staging screenshots and telling the story. (Obviously Sforz didn’t make the cut to stay relevant; whoops!) Cadence and Nick’s romance in Gen 2 was as far as I’d planned “ahead” -- which is to say, I knew I wanted Cadence and Nick to have a romance, but not exactly sure how I’d wanted it to play out. Since about January 2017, I’ve been just kind of “planning” what I want to happen in fragments, jotting down ideas or snippets of dialogue, and going from there. So, to answer part of your question -- I plan things out and write them rather than letting my sims drive the story. I honestly don’t remember the last time I just opened my game to play it -- a lot of what you see on my blog is staged and posed screenshots. Even if I’m using in-game animations, I’ve learned which animations will give me the facial expressions/reactions I want to use in my screenshots.

As far as organizing the story and keeping track of the different plot lines -- THIS (Google Sheets) is how I organized my timeline towards the beginning. It’s sort of an interpretation of how JK Rowling organized her outline for Order of the Phoenix that worked for me -- that is, each character has their own personal column/timeline, so I could keep track of how everyone’s story lined up with everyone else’s.

Obviously in some time periods I got very detailed with what was happening (generally the points where lots of people were together at the same time and lots of things were happening at once), and other places were more vague -- ultimately this system got overwhelming for me (and Google Drive) as I continued adding characters, so I switched to a much more streamlined method to keep track of things.

(I’m always on the lookout for other ways to keep track of various characters, their plot lines, and the passage of time -- currently Plotist seems to be a fairly decent way of keeping track of things? There’s a bit of a learning curve, but it’s free and definitely worth a look -- I’m still learning it myself, but I’m definitely willing to share what I’ve learned if you’re interested!)

My new system (Google Sheets) relies a lot on me knowing or remembering when certain events that aren’t births or deaths happen -- and a little bit of retroactive guess-timation. I have a few notes off to the side about particular (recent) events, but generally I retroactively fill in the dates of things in my head, and I won’t lie -- the ambiguous TS4 seasons helps a lot with this. (I’m more than happy to talk about this some more -- just send another ask!!)

Most of my plots tend to be more “sequential” than “simultaneous” (that is, Character A’s plot happens before Character B’s plot, rather than Character A and Character B’s plots happening at the same time), so I tend to keep up with “milestones” to keep track of time -- specifically births, weddings, deaths, and maybe a few others, depending on context. But if you want to talk strategy about planning out some simultaneous plots, hit me up and we can chit-chat!!

I feel like I don’t have anything else to add other than that without getting horribly off-topic and rambling!! But basically -- I wouldn’t say I plot everything out “in advance,” but everything you see is “scripted.” Anything posted on my blog is typically “planned” approximately 48-72 hours in advance on my morning/afternoon commute to/from work -- enough time for me to get in-game, take screenshots, batch edit them, and queue them.

Every now and then inspiration will strike and I’ll get enough screenshots/plot to write out enough posts to queue for more than a few days at a time (especially since my queue only posts 3/day) -- but that hasn’t happened in a while!!

Anyway, I hope this answered your question and helped at least a little!!

TL;DR -- figure out a system for yourself that lets you keep track of where everyone is and what they’re doing!!

[claudehenrion]

D'autres manières de voir le monde

  Les actions et les réactions de nos dirigeants sont parfois difficiles à comprendre et à interpréter : c'est à se demander si eux et nous habitons sur la même planète, traversons les mêmes épreuves, assistons aux mêmes événements. Les décisions (prises ou maintenues) par Biden sur l'Afghanistan, par Macron dans à peu près tous les domaines (de la loi dite “sur les séparatismes” qui punit ami et ennemi, à tout ce qui a eu trait au Covid, qui punit tout le monde), ou par Merkel (qui fait comme si ce n'était pas elle la responsable de l'immense “bordel” démographique depuis 2015) posent un problème : nos dirigeants vivent-ils dans le monde “réel” ?

Il faut reconnaître que la représentation que la modernité fait de l'Homme et de son histoire à travers les âges est rien moins que susceptible d'empêcher quelqu'un qui voudrait ne rien comprendre de percevoir le monde tel qu'il a évolué. Dans “le monde d'avant”, tout semblait se dérouler comme si seul avait compté l'Occident : notre civilisation judéo-chrétienne a pris une telle avance sur l'histoire des hommes qu'il était possible de croire que rien d'autre n'avait jamais existé, sauf “il y a très longtemps”, presque sur une autre planète. Cette manière de résumer l'in-résumable avait l'avantage de rendre compréhensible, sous un certain angle, le déroulement de l'Histoire. Pour faire simple, une immense civilisation, l'Egypte, s'était effondrée sous son propre poids, et la Grèce avait pris le relais, illuminant le monde de sa beauté, de sa langue si parfaite, de ses grands hommes et de leurs visions de la Cité, de la politique, des rapports entre les hommes et des relations avec les dieux –en tout cas, ses dieux à elle, coquins mais sympathiques

Par Alexandre de Macédoine, justement dit “le grand”, (par ses conquêtes et parce qu'il a été le seul dans l'histoire à endiguer les hordes qui deviendraient un jour des “taliban”), la Grèce avait subjugué tout ce qui était à l'Est, car en ce temps-là, il n'y avait rien à l'ouest qui mérite d'être conquis, et même… il n'y avait rien du tout : les richesses, les cultures, les royaumes n'étaient pas chez nous, mais à l'Orient, proche ou lointain. Après sa mort inexpliquée –certains pensent au covid : il n'était pas vacciné, ce con (plotiste ?) !–, la Grèce a engendré Rome, d'où naîtra, dans une continuité quasi-magique, l'Europe chrétienne. Celle-ci “inventera”, plus tard, la Renaissance… qui a elle-même ouvert la porte aux Lumières… qui ont entraîné l'invention de la démocratie politique, puis la révolution industrielle… qui a “créé” les Etats-Unis et de là, le monde moderne, avec le droit à la vie, à la liberté, à une recherche du bonheur… Déroulement simple –d'aucuns diront ‘’simpliste’’– mais finalement plus crédible que tout ce qui nous a été proposé, plus récemment.

Ce bel édifice (tel qu'il est ainsi résumé) a fait long feu, a trahi ses objectifs et, pour notre malheur actuel, a été remplacé par… rien. Or c'est ce récit qui, raconté presque à l'identique aux enfants du monde, qui a façonné une tranche de l'Histoire moderne qui est en train de disparaître, entraînant dans sa chute interminable ce qu'était devenu le christianisme (un exemple ? “Nos ancêtres les gaulois” ne sont plus qu'un sujet d'ironie trop facile pour la gauche, qui n'a jamais compris que ce raccourci permettait aux enfants de tout notre “Empire” d'avoir les mêmes livres d'école que les petits métropolitains, mais sans bourse délier, eux, j'en atteste !).

Ayant eu la chance de naître et de grandir au Maroc, j'avais été frappé, dès mon plus jeune âge, par le nombre, la puissance et la beauté des monuments que je voyais chaque jour… et que j'aimais tant, déjà : aucun d'eux ne cadrait dans ce que m'expliquaient MM. Malet et Isaac, mais que la République, alors fière de valeurs sagement empruntées au christianisme, avait érigé en cadre unique à la vérité. Contre cette marée culturelle, l'Eglise essayait timidement de rétablir quelques vérités, en déplaçant le centre d'intérêt majeur vers ce Moyen-Orient qui a été, bien avant que l'Europe ne sorte de sa longue nuit civilisationnelle, la source de toute vie.  Mais la coexistence de Rome avec l'Orient rendait son discours peu audible.

Plus tard, mes voyages au proche et au moyen Orient m'ont convaincu que c'est bien là qu'avait été le berceau de… tout ce qui a suivi… et dont nous avons toute raison d'être extrêmement fiers : notre belle civilisation européenne est bien la fille d'Athènes, de Rome… et de Jérusalem –il faut le rappeler sans cesse, contre les cuistres, ennemis et démolisseurs de toute vérité historique. Le Nouveau Testament ne s'y est pas trompé, qui avait “situé” le jardin d'Eden entre le Tigre et l'Euphrate, dans ce triangle d'or qui a vu naître les premières religions dignes de ce nom, donc les premières structures sociales, les premières récoltes, les premiers alphabets, les premières cités (Sumer, Ur, Babylone, Urak, Akkad, Ninive, Ougarit, et plus tard Byblos, Mossoul, Alep ou Homs, tous ces lieux si aimés et où mon imagination a fait tant de beaux rêves… ), et aussi, car toute médaille a un revers, les premières guerres et les premiers conflits (cf. Caïn et Abel, sans doute le premier récit (très expurgé) du massacre, frère contre frère, des Néanderthaliens par les Sapiens)

C'est bien simple : avant les ravages des crises actuelles, qui réduisent à néant des pans entiers de l'Histoire de l'humanité au nom des faux principes, tous pervers et mortifères, que notre indigence a rendu possibles, il était difficile de “crapahuter” dans ces contrées –comme j'ai tant aimé le faire– sans découvrir, au sens strict du terme, quelque site archéologique encore inviolé… ou refermé, faute de temps et de moyens pour l'explorer autant qu'il l'aurait mérité. Mais pour voir et comprendre ces signes du destin, encore fallait-il ne pas avoir été déformé par le matraquage des théories et du vocabulaire qui ont, en réalité, entraîné l'Humanité dans plus de régressions que d'avancées (mais bien entendu, “au nom du progrès”, qui serait sensé faire partie intégrante de tout ce qui pollue et déglingue le monde moderne).

La question que tout le monde devrait se poser désormais est : “Comment se pourrait-il que des esprits déformés à jamais par toutes les notions fausses qui constituent le soi-disant ’‘bagage” culturel, universitaire, intellectuel et conceptuel actuel (qui sonne creux, comme le tonneau vide de la fable) puissent comprendre comment, pourquoi, jusqu'où et dans quel sens l'Histoire pourrait reprendre ses droits ?“. Aujourd’hui, sans toujours nous en rendre pleinement compte, nous sommes arrivés à une vraie croisée de chemins.

  Des décisions que nous prenons en ce moment-même –ou bien que nous remettons à demain en refusant de voir quelles n'attendront pas : le réel ne procrastine pas !– dépend le futur de l'humanité… ou ce qui restera de ce beau rêve qui ouvrait sur des espoirs tellement dignes d'être vécus, hélas… et dont notre inaptitude à comprendre le fond des choses (et notre folle soumission à des idées fausses et perverses) est en train de priver nos enfants. Pour toujours et à jamais…

H-Cl.

[grifalinas]

Me: -colorcoding my characters on Plotist as if I’m actually going to remember what the colors mean-

[behindthenerd]

Guess I'll start adding Not Alone to Plotist as well

Can't hurt right?