THAT FIRST SITE IS EVERY WRITER’S DREAM DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY TIMES I’VE TRIED WRITING SOMETHING AND THOUGHT GOD DAMN IS THERE A SPECIFIC WORD FOR WHAT I’M USING TWO SENTENCES TO DESCRIBE AND JUST GETTING A BUNCH OF SHIT GOOGLE RESULTS
i just want to bitterly comment that last night that first site failed me hard in my search for apotheosis
Hi, I'm Zin, and this is going to be my personal blog. I'm probably not going to post all that much, but we'll see! I figure I need a place that will not end up flooded with reblogs.
I'm liable to chatter about a lot of things, mostly game and character building from various rps I am in...
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what if when you killed someone you gained their best trait
#you think you’re killing someone for their brain and you get their nose instead #you think you’re killing someone for their strength and you get their baking skills instead #you think you’re killing someone for their cunning and you get their ability to parallel park
write a goddam book
Fastitocalon nodded. “Splendid. Now, instead of electromagnetic radiation, sub in something called mirabilic radiation, the quantum of which is not the photon but a thing called the esson. Damn, I did say I wouldn’t get into this, didn’t I? Sorry. Never mind essons for the moment. Mirabilic radiation is what ends up getting called magic. It works on a different plane of existence than physics does, but it behaves very similarly to EM radiation.”
“Nope, you’ve lost me,” Greta said. “Go back to ‘different plane of existence.’“
“—I need a piece of paper and a pen.” Fastitocalon reached over for the notepad she’d used to write down their shopping list. Greta had successfully managed to ignore the fact that it had very small clip-art bats printed along the margins, but Fass raised an eyebrow.
“Bat Conservation International is a very worthy organization,” said Ruthven, and cleared his throat. “Go on. You were saying?”
“I’ve no doubt. —All right, young Helsing, think of reality as being made up of a series of layers stacked one on top of another.” He sketched out something that looked a bit like a slice of layer cake. “This is the prime material plane, written out as =1. The particles that make up matter—protons, neutrons, and electrons—exist on this plane. We have a great many equations explaining how they behave, some of which I recall trying to teach you. The next plane up, =1+1, is where you start to find the essons, and I’m afraid I’m going to have to talk about particles for this to make any sense.”
*coos and rolls around in this* Everything, Everything, Just all of the everything I love it.
one of my favorite things about the rivals-to-lovers trope is when one of them, at the beginning of their relationship, grumbles about how much they hate the other person’s awful face and i sort of cackle to myself like, oh man. you’re going to have it so bad. it’s going to be so great. you are going to love the CRAP out of that awful face. you’ll be composing delicious, pining, sappy sonnets about it. i love it.
The kind of thing I start singing to myself when making the mistake of visiting things like Unpopular HS Opinions.
today i have sads about singing and the way my voice has deteriorated due to four and a half months of having a hole in my throat + disuse + meds + bad lungs, so here’s the sole evidence that i sing at all that exists on this blog.
i call it “O Come All Ye Dipshits”
Anonymous said: My story takes place in an otherworld setting where magic users make up about 1 to 2% of humans. Anywho, many of the magic users are noticeably marked because of their powers. This includes abnormal or vivid eye color and strange markings on their skin and unnatural hair color. I'm wondering if this is too cliche and overdone? How can I make it less cliche?
A lot of authors choose mutations they can purple prose over to mark their magical characters. I’ve seen lots of magicians that have weird hair/eyes/tattoos … not so many with tentacle fingers, warts, or something creepy like eyes without whites. I don’t intend to force you away from your original idea, but it the commonness of aesthetically pleasing magic markers is something to keep in mind.
I think it would be cool to have side effects that aren’t visual. For example:
- A certain voice tone that all magic users have. It would be funny if all the magic users sounded like a six-year-old girl, but if you’re not aiming for the ridiculous, you maybe the voice sounds like that weird monotone people use to disguise their voice in videos.
- Magicians are surrounded by their own background music. It’s very subtle, audible only to the magic user and people 0-2 feet away from them. The music changes based on emotions and type of magic wielded.
- Magicians all smell a certain way. I’ve seen this a few times, but it’s always a minor trait or a result of tinkering in laboratories. Evil people tend to smell like brimstone and good people tend to smell like something flowery (women) or smokey/spicy (men). Choose your own scent.
- Magician’s touch. You can detect a magician by the way their skin feels. Their skin may look normal, but touching it feels like touching scales or feathers or water or a live wire.
It starts as a boast, Ryan declaring to Oasis – his childhood friend, dusky-skinned and pretty with a bit of her baby fat lingering but still growing into her frame at thirteen, settled on a root overhanging the muddy creek in the woods out back of her mother’s house, feet swinging idly with her heavy boots covered in mud thunking every so often against the dirt - that they’re more than smart enough to tap into the powers their families hold, to speak to the dead, that he’s been reading things, and that he bets they could be the youngest successful ghost-talkers in generations.