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But literally why would I use recording app when I can just let the AI app use my voice smh don't you want their voice imitation models to have free data to train on

Not writing but ugh fuck AI. I just got an ad for a thing that said "create voiceovers using your own voice" but like using AI? I didn't look into it so I don't know the details but just... record yourself speaking. Get a mic if you can afford it. You don't need AI to make your voiceovers sound good yall

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Not writing but ugh fuck AI. I just got an ad for a thing that said "create voiceovers using your own voice" but like using AI? I didn't look into it so I don't know the details but just... record yourself speaking. Get a mic if you can afford it. You don't need AI to make your voiceovers sound good yall

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Just started rereading Where the Red Fern Grows after reading it for the first time a few years ago. It's the second page and I'm already feeling emotional, jeez..

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Word Count: 833

Prompt from: @flashfictionfridayofficial

Fandom: Original Work

Trigger Warnings: None

Eika’s eyes narrowed, ”I didn’t think you’d actually show. You really must be new to the Bronze City.” He turned away from her with a flourish, “Well, what are you waiting for? Sit down.”

Mel obliged, perching on the edge of her chair as to avoid the peculiar substance that was caked into the seat. Eika watched with disinterest, then made a point of, painfully slowly, moving towards the other end of the long table step by step, before flopping dramatically into the chair. It creaked beneath him, the chair, as well as everything else in the room, was decrepit and reeked of age. 

Mel gave a tight smile, “Can I clarify something Eika-il?”

“What?”

“You don’t frighten me. I don’t need your help or your pity. Vya-nu has regaled me with many a tale of how you’ve been scaring off people from this Committee since you were 15, long before I, or any of this scamming business, came into it. But,” Mel paused, looking up at him, “I come in peace.” she flicked her hands up, devoid of anything but the rings on her finger, the universal sign of surrender. “I bear no ill will and, while I don’t quite know what exactly my future holds, I have, on good authority, reason to believe that it has nothing to do with you or anyone you hold dear.”

“So?”

“So… I have no intention of abandoning the Festival of Chipa. I never wanted Mun’s bank account, but I need an excuse to be places, see.”

“So this is just a means to an end for you?” Eika tutted, “How quaint.”

“Something like that. Now, naturally, the laws of equivalent exchange govern our world. Vya-nu also informed me of your propensity for gossip so, for your cooperation, I promise to inform you of my every move, every piece of information I learn will make its way back to you, under the guise of these meetings, so long as you don’t interfere.” Mel let the words hang in the air. She stared back at Eika, matching his intense gaze with a polite smile, “Deal?”

Eika eyed her hefty notebooks, overflowing with papers and sticky notes, and smiled, “Deal.”

“So, what have you learned so far?” 

“Nothing that would be of interest to you, the Chaos Worshippers  are a nuisance and the temple has its challenges is all I’ve really learned.” 

His face fell, “Is that it?”

“You’re going to have to give me some time, I only moved to the Holy City a week or two ago. Does it entertain you to know that one of your fellow upper class people had an attempt on their life recently?”

“Hah!” He slammed his hands on the table, a wave of dust rising from the old tablecloth, “That’s nothing but old news. You didn’t even hear about workers' revolt on the border, the scandal between the Xirna and the married noble, the shrine to the Chief Priestess found in random back-to-back?” he puffed his shoulders with pride, “Don’t make me regret this agreement of ours.”

Mel sighed fondly, “Rest assured, I’ve never been known to disappoint.” there was a twinkle in her eye as she chose her next words very, very carefully, “But it would certainly help if you gave me a starting point.”

“Fine! The best place to frequent when you’re looking for information is the drug houses and gambling dens on the east side. Drunk people are a treasure trove of information.”

“As are you.” Mel thought. 

And so began an afternoon of gossiping and disparaging others. It became increasingly apparent that as much as Eika liked hearing gossip, he liked hearing the sound of his own voice just as much. Mel quickly realised that, amongst the vapid scandals and empty drama, there were  genuine pieces of useful information and interesting leads. She only needed to wade mountains of histrionics to find it. But still, it was two birds with one stone, she couldn’t complain. 

Eventually, the clock rang throughout the house, signifying that it was midday. Mel began to gather her things, placing her notebook back in her bag and throwing her coat over her shoulders. 

She bowed deeply, “All good things must come to an end, it would seem. I’m afraid I have prior commitments at 2, so I must leave. Thank you, Eika-il, this meeting was most productive.”

“You were wrong about one thing, Mel.”

“And what was that?”

He trotted over to her, “You are going to need my help someday.  You may see me as a little kid but as long as my—” he whipped around, looking for someone who wasn’t actually there. He cleared his throat as he turned back to Mel, “our wealth rivals the Crown’s: you’ll be back. I promise you that.”

Mel reached out, straightening his hat which he had knocked crooked during his schadenfreude fueled rant. Her voice was soft, permissive, the same tone you’d talk to a child in, “We’ll see about that, Eika-il”

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I actually finished something for once. This is a technically an excerpt but I feel it works fine as a stand alone and I was definitely inspired by the prompt.

Writing Taglist:

@leahnardo-da-veggie, @tildeathiwillwrite, @vyuntspakhkite-l-darling, @thetruearchmagos, @talesofsorrowandofruin

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The Spear Cuts Through Water, Simon Jimenez

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Yall I haven't posted in forever I've been super distracted but I just need to yap into the void about this book I'm reading because fuck it's brutal. It's called The Spear Cuts Through Water, Simon Jimenez, and I'm about halfway through it rn (page 270)

First of all, I'm just in love with the perspective. It takes a little while to get used to but once you understand what's going on with it, it's used so effectively it's crazy. It's second person in some sections, it's also omniscient, where basically the author reveals the thoughts of whichever character is needed, sometimes ambiguous characters, sometimes the collective thoughts of multiple characters, but it's always chosen intentionally and used to further the story or the emotions or whatever. Genuinely crazy /pos. I've never even considered perspective like this before- I'm actually not sure I've read a book that was told in anything but third person limited. But the way Jimenez uses the omniscience to make the world feel richer, making you painfully aware that every single character in the book is supposed to be their own person with their own life, just aughhhhh. It makes it so immersive, tragic at times too. The worldbuilding, too, is done in a very intuitive way, things aren't overexplained really, just brought casually into light with surrounding context that clues you in to what it means while keeping the focus on plot.

Another thing is just I love the characters. Not even sure I have much commentary on this because I don't want to spoil but man they're so complex, their backstories are usually revealed tastefully and naturally over time, and any instances I can think of where reveals were sudden/jarring, it felt right for the scene?

I also haven't really felt like any tropey red flags have stuck out at me yet, the characters are unique without being like "look at me I'm quirky and different just for the sake of it!!" This also helps a lot with suspense, you know how in some books (and movies) the author relies heavily on trope and so you can kind of predict what'll happen... yeah, not the case with this book, it's awesome

Anyway 10/10 so far, I'd absolutely recommend it :3 I'll probably update with my final thoughts once I'm done

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Finished Blood Meridian yesterday and I’m pretty sure I said at one point that I wanted to analyze it and uhhhno <3 I loved that book and plan to reread it in the future but I don’t think I understood it enough to say anything about it right now other than that is was terrible and numinous 10/10

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I have decided to talk about my writing/story ideas

But vaguely.

So I'm reluctant to share my writing for two reasons.

1:

It's scary!

And 2:

I don't like talking about things in detail and I absolutely HATE sharing snippets (again, scary).

(Oh wait 2 was supposed to be that I don't like sharing cause then I never write it, crap.)

(This is why you shouldn't get distracted/have your mind wander off while writing a post)

So recently I've been tagging things on my sideblog that remind me of my ocs. Not by name (cause God forbid) but just referencing them vaguely.

And I don't mind it as much as trying to give you part of my WIPs. And while my interest in any particular WIP is still lessening, that seems to be just the natural losing of interest and not "I shared it so I'm done".

So I'm thinking of sharing some particular details about my WIPs with y'all.

(Not names though, cause names are sacred)

Current links to WIPs!

Color Symbolism: The Fic

more to be added!

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Puppet Whumpee Update!

Over the past few months, i've been a little tired, but progress is going well. The story is being outlined, but the characters and concepts are being finalized. Puppet Whumpee, or hopefully now better known as: The Red String

Will likely be coming to tumblr (and maybe ao3) sometime in late june or early july. I would really appreciate it if you would spread the word or show this to Moots who you think would be interested in it! I would love interaction and making friends if anyone would like to say hello or to know more. (This is my first time making a web series, go easy on me ;3)

Genres: Recovery Whump Hurt/comfort, Action, Drama Themes: Love, Perserverance, Freedom, Family, Personal Worth, Jesus POV: Third (Limited) Plot Structure: Hero's Journey Status: Planning

TWs: Swearing, Substance abuse: Drug & Alcohol, Death, Grief, Violence, Torture, Mental health, Depression, Suicide mention, Suicide attempt, Medical trauma, Kenophobia, Nyctophobia

[Synopsis and characters below the cut]

Synopsis

Knives and targets, blood and tears. A Shadow, a chameleon in the crowds of the nobles, a hundred identities, a hundred faces. But he knows [remembers?] only one name as his own, Puppet. That’s what she calls him. The woman who owns his every thought. Lady Eilene Hallon. Her wish is his movement, her life is his breath. Not a person, but a possession. 026. The Sapphire Star’s newest weapon. And as long as 026 can remember, that’s all he’s ever been. A life lived in a ditch, the constant taste of blood and lingering agony of Eilene's rage. Pulling himself back to his feet, alone.

Raised since childhood for the scope of a gun, 026 should know better than to feel remorse for his prey. After all, that's all they are. Prey. But the blood on the walls and the screams for mercy haunt him, his only semblance of freedom found in high nights and Dreary mornings. Everything slowly goes from bad, to worse as 026 begins to lose his grip on everything that kept him sane. Until he fails. His target leaves alive. And Eilene is furious.

Tortured for half the evening and left to die, 026 accepted that he would, ready to meet the darkness with one last sigh, anything would be better than this. Until he wakes up, temporarily blind with a couple dozen broken bones in a place he doesn't recognize and people he doesn't trust.

Eve, the farmer's daughter who fished him out of the alleyway and hauled him home. Cole, the easily-excitable little boy with a lot of questions and an empty space in his life for a protector. Iris, the matriarch and the watcher who waits for 026 to prove himself to her. Lucian, the friendly church book-keeper and retired Therapist. And the Watchful eyes of a God 026 never believed in, whispering that his life has a purpose, and it's not his time to die just yet.

Characters

#026, Kenan Crimson - Puppet - Male - 26 yrs old - Mixed Ethnicity/Biracial - ISTP A Young man raised for as long as he can remember to believe he was a weapon, taught to supress himself for his job, but bits of his spite and grief still poke through. Defiant and angry with a wild streak. This causes him to often lose control of his emotions and abuse any substance he can get his hands on to cope with his situation. Likes: Strawberries, sushi, Applesauce, Dopamine highs, Darts, Knife throwing, Vanilla, Soft Orange colors, Dawn Dislikes: Being called out, Sudden loud noises, Specifically red dice, Grease, Mud & Dirt, Complete silence -

Lady Eilene Hallon - Whumper - Female - 41 yrs old - Greek - ESTJ A charismatic Noblewoman with a penitent for blood and violence, she has high-expectations and little patience for mistakes. Her favorite toy is of course, #026, who conveniently gets rid of all of her problems for her Likes: Things being quick and easy, Rich flavors, red wine, The colors Red and Purple, Night, Stars, Silence Dislikes: Slow processes, Failure, The color orange, Fish, Birds, Most flowers, Loud noises, Swearing -

Evelyn (Eve) Sparrow - Caretaker - Female - 24 years old - Caucasian - MBTI A Sweet young woman who recently moved back into town from college to help her aging mother with the family business. She's generally a very happy girl with a heart of gold who tries her best but sometimes misjudges the situation. Likes: Vegetables, Sunsets and Sunrises, Cooking, Reading, Picnics, Rain, Helping people, Dresses, Cakes Dislikes: Complete silence, the city, clubs, neon lights, sharp objects, spiders, Lying, Broken glass

Taglist:

@toyybox @theweirdbox123 @carb0n-m0n0xide

Please tell me if you would like to be added to the taglist!

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I should use real-world names in my fantasy novels purely so that one day I can make a little girl named Paola because isn’t that just precious??

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I'm crawling out of the sewer to say it again: don't let anyone stop you from writing what you want to write.

Don't let people saying your writing is too 'self indulgent' stop you.

Don't let people saying your writing is 'not original enough' stop you.

Don't let people saying 'you shouldn't write this' stop you.

Write what compels you.

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i understand why the ‘grizzled loner who slowly melts & improves their outlook on life when forced to take care of a kid’ trope is a male exclusive role, bc the optics of a grizzled loner woman healing by becoming a mother are maybe not so good, but every time i think abt a hypothetical female version of that trope i black out instantly. could we maybe just do it one time and all agree to be cool about it

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i love to read a character's stoicism as awkwardness. yeah your posture is great and you're mysteriously surveying the scene but it's because you're stiff af and don't know how to approach anyone, right?

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I spent an entire afternoon creating aircraft models for Forged in Red instead of doing assignments. I have fifteen and I want more.

Wanna see them all? They wont even appear until like the end of the story (that too only two) more in book two though

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Looking for people to tag in games for writers

Hi! I wanna try to be more active after nearly abandoning this blog (and my writing). There's a heap of unanswered tag games in my inbox but I feel like I would be tagging the same three people over and over again. So if you are a writer and want to be added to my list (and become friends) please react to this post 💚✍️📖

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like the most politically neutered movie of all time unironically

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