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“There are no female aliens in our game because we don’t know how to make a female version of this alien” You know that alien you just designed? That male alien? Give it a female voice actor and have characters refer to it as she. That’s it. That’s literally all you have to do 

Make her shorter if you must

Make her BIGGER if you aren’t a coward 

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There is no good reason to stay in the HP fandom. There is no way to "ethically" keep the fandom alive.

"Just pirate it!" Nope! Piracy still helps JK Rowling!

"But I'm autistic and it's my fixation!" I'm also autistic and once upon a time it was also my fixation. I have some advice for that here and over here.

"I like the aesthetic!" Go watch the works of Guillermo del Toro, or go read my post on copying HP's aesthetic.

"I just want to play in a wizard-themed setting and I'm not good at worldbuilding!" Neither was JK Rowling! In fact, her worldbuilding is so bad that you can probably do better than her without too much trouble! Also I made some random tables to help develop ideas.

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Danny Ramirez in Karol G's "Papacito"

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Shop , Patreon , Books and Cards , Mailing List

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Just saw a post asking how tall people are and now I want to make it a poll. Apologies to people in the fringe height categories, you do not get specifics.

I had to consult a chart for this

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MCC Smart Eco-Speedster Concept, 1993

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“Try harder next time.” (#Fictober18 Day 13 Repost)

featuring Andy Foster & Mason Davis — characters from The New Ashton Chronicles, written & role-played by F.R. Southerland

( @normallyxstranger | @frsoutherlandauthor | www.frsoutherland.com )

© 2018, 2025 F.R. Southerland

original fiction (repost) | approx. words: 661 | general warnings: swearing, blood | largely unedited | reblogs allowed & encouraged

It was easier not to ask how Mason had gotten the shipping containers into the middle of the desert. Teleportation came to the half-demon as easily as breathing and it was no stretch of the imagination to think he just zapped several of the two and a half ton structures there.

Good for him. And also, thank the gods that wasn’t the lesson today—at least, she hoped Mason wouldn’t switch it up, out of the blue. She wouldn’t put it past him, and her teleportation skills did need touching up.

The containers, three of them, were stacked in a simple pyramid formation. Andy eyed them before she turned to face her mentor. “So… what’s the goal?”

Mason stood, legs shoulder width apart with his hands folded in front of him. “Simple enough. Move them.”

“Move them? Sure. Got it.”

A shipping container was probably the biggest thing she’d ever attempted to move, but she was confident. If she could shove back several cars in a single burst, it should be easy to displace a container. Andy rubbed her hands together, drawing her attention to the topmost shipping container. It began to shift as she focused her ability and–

“All of them.”

The top container thunked when it landed, slightly askew. “What?”

“Lift all of them at once.”

Lifting one two and a half ton shipper was one thing, but three? “You’re fucking kidding me.”

“I most certainly am not.” Indeed, Mason’s stoic expression gave no hint to a joke.

Andy gave a little laugh. “Wow, okay.” She shook out her hands and braced herself, taking a defensive stance. She could do this. She could lift all three at once. No big deal. Just nearly eight tons of metal all at once.

She felt the pressure building behind her eyes, tightness that she let out. She stretched out both arms, hands open, fingers splayed. A pale purple energy encapsulated the three containers. Her arms shook with the effort. The metal creaked and groaned and they lifted all together, first a few inches, then a foot. It took more effort than Andy had anticipated and her grasp on it slipped.

With a gasp, she let go. The shipping containers fell, ground shaking from the sudden impact. Her breath came out fast. Something warm and wet touched her upper lip and she wiped away the wetness with the back of her hand.

Blood. Great.

Andy immediately looked away from the smear of red on her hand and her eyes fell on Mason, still standing there so calmly.

“Try harder next time.”

Of course. He would view it as a simple task, one that just required more effort, more strength. Never enough. No real encouragement there, no flowery words. Just cold, factual instruction.

“Yeah, that never occurred to me.” The mocking in her tone was hard to miss. Wiping away more of the blood from her nose, she turned back to the containers.

Her resolve strengthened. This time, when she stretched out her arms, fingers splayed wide, Andy did not tremble. The shipping containers shook, rattled, then they lifted. Once again, they reached about a foot from the earth before Andy started to feel her grip loosening.

No, not this time. She would not fail.

The pain burned behind her eyes. Her head throbbed. Her body again began to shake. She ignored it all, her focus on the containers. They lifted higher, a good ten feet off the ground now and holding steady. More blood trickled down from her nose and dripped off her lip.

Andy closed her hands into tight fists. The metal squealed and groaned, then crunched loudly when they crumpled inwardly like discarded soda cans and fell heavily back to the ground.

"Very good," she heard Mason say.

Panting, Andy lowered her arms and a proud smile stretched across her face. She didn’t even mind the taste of blood on her lips nor the pain pounding in her forehead. She’d done it.

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New drawing I did for a new pfp cause I was tired of my old one, yall are gladly able to use this, just credit me pls.

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Kill your inner editor (or at least send him on vacation)

Here we are, on the second Wednesday of National Novel Writing Month, and I know you’re thinking about the beginning of the month and all the parts of your story that don’t work anymore. Sure they made sense when you were still working on the first chapter, but now you’ve put in some plot twists and your story has gone in a completely different direction. I can hear you thinking about it right now 

Maybe I should go back and fix that…

NO!!!!!!!!!!!!No No No No No No!!!!!!!!NONONONONON!!!!!!! No!!!!!

Sorry that may have been a bit much, but NO! You’ve come too far to go back to change a few small details. That can happen in December. You’ve got 50,000 to write and if you let your inner editor take charge you’ll never reach that mark. So how do you kill your inner editor, or at least get them to take a break for a few more weeks? Here are a few ideas that may work for you.

Make some notes

I write in Word so that I can put notes in parts of the story that I know need to change. Once I make the note, I let it go. I know that most of the novel-writing programs have something similar. If you don’t have that option, then make a note in your notebook. (You do have a notebook, don’t you?)

Tell a friend to remind you

Don’t just rely on your own memory here. Find a friend you can count on to keep you on track. Make sure they understand your story and the importance of the changes you need to make so they can remind you when the time comes.

Let your editor work on other projects

I don’t know what else you are working on in your regular life, but if you have any other projects that involve creating stuff, let your editor go to work over there. If you can get your inner editor sidetracked then you can just get to work.

Hopefully that helps you with your NaNo. Keep writing!

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me when the plot won't plot like it should

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Congratulations to @rogueemberlight for winning the fanart quick challenge. Our prompt for 2025 was AoA Redo!

Knocked. It. Out. Of. the. Park!

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youre not “bad at art” you just need to find a character to latch onto to where you draw them 1 million times and you improve dramatically

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The Dales

A small one page comic based off of a Emerald Graves location comment. Because I'm sappy like that.

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'Now hounds of love are hunting, I've always been a coward, And I don't know what's good for me...'

Lace Harding | Mabari of Love

My piece for @datvcompanionweeks' Harding Week 2025.

Full credit to @circesoracle for the idea. She also wrote this fantastic fic and made a Harding playlist (which yes features Hounds of Love) so you should definitely go check those out too!