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Soooo, the pope died 🫠 I know I'm sorta, kinda Catholic and all, but do you think I'd be excommunicated and burned at the stake if I suggest we just don't get a new one (pope)? We should just shut this thing down. I don't need another old, unmarried, childless man trying to guilt me into getting married and having children 😐 My queer ass is so close to throwing hands.

The moon is for all of us

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I don't know if this is the correct blog or another one of yours for this question. My question is: How do I come up with fantasy animals and plants? Like in video games for example? I can never get creative when it comes to these two things

Writing Ideas: Fantasy Animals & Plants

How to Create Fantasy Creatures/Animals

Writing Worksheet: Fictional Plants

Yup, this is the right blog, haha. Here are some tips to create fantasy creatures/animals from different sources, and a worksheet to help guide you in creating fictional plants, which you can add fantasy elements into. And below are some additional references for inspiration. Choose which ones you prefer to incorporate in your story to help create your fantasy animal/plant:

Types of Animals ⚜ List of Legendary Beasts & Monsters

Word List: Animals (1) (2) ⚜ Animal Adjectives ⚜ Birds

Flightless Birds ⚜ Fantasy Creatures ⚜ Fictional Monster

Fantasy Character Names ⚜ Medieval Beasts (1) (2)

Medieval Plants ⚜ Medicinal Herbs ⚜ Meat-Eating Plants

Poisonous Plants ⚜ Poison Ivy & Poison Oak ⚜ Roses

Shade-Loving Plants ⚜ List of Flowers ⚜ Flower Remedies

Some Ecology Vocabulary

Resources on Creature Design (Wildlife Fact Sheet)

World-Building Template (with sections on flora and fauna)

After choosing your preferred animals/plants to use as inspiration, it is advisable to research more on them for added historical/cultural context if they would be appropriate for your specific story. Hope this helps with your writing!

I'm going to *remembers suicide is often not a desire for death itself but rather an attempt to radically change one's life because the current state of being has become unbearable but the person can't think of any way to change it other than death* kill myself

“No! No! You don’t understand! Nakahara was N - the scientist!” I say, the words pedantic and forgotten in the wind, the same way Frankenstein wasn’t the monster but the scientist has been for centuries now.

My five year plan is to listen to music

The Three Crows

There’s a cafe on campus that comes and goes called The Three Crows.  For those wanting a casual visit, it can be found in the spring when the hydrangeas bloom, on new moons, and the first sunny day after it rains.  For those wishing adventures of a more exotic variety, it can be found on clear nights with a full moon when you hear the distant sounds of hounds baying.   As you enter, you will be greeted by the sweet smell of cider and the spice of whiskey all comfortably wrapped within the warmth of coffee. The Dropkick Murphy’s always play in the background, and flowers grow from the walls and sometimes that odd table or chair.

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Mother Mud

I saw a women who came up from the floorboards, from the soil beneath the crawl space of my old creaky home. Nude and streaked in grime she crept along the floor, her hands and feet leaving muddy prints that shone in the static television light. She crept to where a father lay sleeping on the stained lumpy couch. He was not my father, but he was a father.

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Of the Beginning

The Queen took the stories and She ate them, chopping up poems, taking draughts from epics, swallowing vignettes whole. She was given offerings of playwright’s notes, sheets of underwater ballet choreography, links to illicit piracy websites, but it was never enough. There were whispers of Her favorite offerings, of philosophy books filled with notes, of abandoned manuscripts, of secrets whispered in the dead of night. Drop an elder with memory of unrecorded oral history from an oppressed tribe on Her doorstep at exactly 1:32 AM, and a pen that channeled untold wisdom through whatever you wrote would be gifted to you through assorted means. (Rumor has it Hozier was once sacrificed to her, but he’s probably been blessed)

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So. It’s been an year and a half since I last posted something set in @elsewhereuniversity , but never say die!! We’ve seen how Feathers and the Crow Prince each came to elsewhere, and now whe have Not-Jenna’s story.

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Not-Jenna wasn’t always called Not-Jenna, or even Jenna. She wasn’t even always a changeling.

The fae who Feathers calls Not-Jenna used to be- well, what she used to be doesn’t matter anymore. This particular tale starts when she was small, and weak, and alone, because it was much, much better than the alternative.

And then she fell in love.

She fell in love, and made a deal. And despite what Jenna will tell you, it was not a particularly good deal.

Oh we’re going there for real! Yoshiki being attached to ‘HIKARU’ because he sees himself in him, identifying with the label “monster” because of his alienation and internalized homophobia from growing up queer in a rural village……!!!

The Summer Satoru Died

The Summer Hikaru Died art by me so far

I'll carry that sin with you

the forest warden! they protect the forest and its critters

i cannot help but identify with the monsterous and uncanny. it is the tragedy of a world that is not meant for them, that fears them, that hates them. it is the power of taking that revulsion and turning it into fuel for their strength. it is the beauty of survival. dear sorrowful creature, never fear judgement from me. for we are the same, you and i. you are like me and i am like you. let us find beauty amidst this dreadful world together.

15 Moodboard Challenge for Therians 💚

Day 4: What’s your favourite phantom part?

I miss my tentacles, they why they’d twist and bend,

I miss my wings, and the feeling of wind rushing by,

I miss my tail, the rigid scales, and the flow of water,

I miss all my eyes, and the ability to see the world in so many ways,

I miss my sharp teeth, and the way they could keep predators away,

I miss my antlers, I long to decorate them once more, with vines and flowers,

I miss my hooves, and they way they’d gracefully propel me through the forest,

I miss my extra limbs, how I’d love to stretch them out and explore the world once more, being able to hold so much, and do such wonderful things,

And yet here I lay with nothing but my simple human form, with the soul of another, that longs for so much more.

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Somewhere out there within the dark woods of somewhere or another, in days some time past, there was a town. And that town worshipped one god, and that god was a hole.

Yes, a massive hole, at the center of their town. Deep and dark, perhaps leading all the way down to oblivion. Some people said the god lived at the bottom of the hole, others said that the god was the hole itself, or even the shadows that lay within. They had no temples, no alters, only the hole. And the hole of the hole demanded things of them. It was hungry, strangely hungry. It did not have sacfices, it demanded tribute. Taxes in a way. People would scrounge up what little money they had for the hole, and the hole promised back that it would give them good things in return.

There were those who warned them of the hole. The cryptids of the dark forest, and the occultists and demon hunters, and even the deep ones that lay in the dark ocean and the scaled men of the forgotten ruins. But the townsfolk didn't listen, the hole made them feel good. It felt good to give it money. And even though they never exactly saw how the hole must have been helping them. How could it not be helping them if they had given it so much. And soon the hole banished all supernatural things but itself, and the people said the hole was making them safe.

And soon the hole was bigger. What was once the size of a well had grown to being big enough to consume a house. And soon the town changed, the hole began to be its center, the entire town shifted so that all public life was around the hole. And soon those who didn't like the hole, or who questioned it, where seen as evil or strange people, greedy for not wanting to give the hole their money, they were seen as selfish and entitled, entitled to all the hole's benefits without paying their share. It was a tragedy when someone grew up to move out of the town and not follow the hole.

And soon the hole had more and more demands. And everyone listened as it grew larger and larger. Soon it didn't want money, it wanted things too, televisions, automobiles, books, family relics, grandma's ashes, works of art, perhaps even beloved pets. And it became taboo not just to question it, but to feel sad when you lost something to the hole. You couldn't say you missed it, or replace it too soon, the hole wanted you to not have it, you were so obviously wrong to miss it. You didn't just have to give to the hole, you had to understand that it was improving your life.

There was a movement of young people, who wanted to get rid of the hole. But it was too late by then, they had no other gods, no other spirits or creatures, and the hole was as large as a city block. And either way, the town police belonged to the hole now, and they would kill for it, and they would die for it. Some young rebels moved away. But most found themselves not being able to give up their family, their freinds, and their safety to fight the hole. So for a time they pretended to like it, and when you do something, and say something for long enough it can become your truth, and soon enough those who pretended to live the hole truly did love it.

And soon there was no music or movies that the hole didn't approve of. Everyone followed the hole's rules. And everyone loved the hole so dearly and so brightly. They couldn't imagine a town without a hole. When they thought of other towns they imagined that they must have had holes too, and every idea of a place without it was sad and depressing. And as the hole was then a quarter of the size of the town, it was hungry, and demanded not just things but flesh. And people happily gave, it would be weird to not want to give. They gave eyes, ears, teeth, testicles, tounges, fingers and toes and hands and feet and arms and legs. And they didn't miss their body parts at all. And when one day the hole demanded people jump in, and give their lives to it, they didn't mind or question at all, it didn't feel like death, and nobody missed that they weren't there.

And now, in the dark woods, there is a hole where a town used to be. It has eaten the entire the thing, every last inch and citizen of it. It is not satisfied. But it has grown all that it could. And one must wonder if the hole is lonely now, or if it knows that it has done all it ever hoped to.

it sucks that im stuck in a human body. im supposed to be running through a forest on a mountain on all fours. im supposed to be laying among the stars. im supposed to be so incomprehensible to the human mind that it collapses trying to visualize me. what do you mean i have a flesh prison

I was never meant to be apart of society.

I was meant to crawl around the forest and make freaky noises.

Ever since I was a young child, I knew I wanted to be a fucked up creature.

The original "Damn Bitch you live like this?"

New key visual for the animated series!

The people’s princess

I don't get why people are purposefully ignoring the queer undertones of The Summer Hikaru Died for the sake of other's liking it.

Don't worry, they don't feel anything towards each other! They say, in order to encourage people to read it. I mean what???

Yes, it's not a love story but. I'm so tired of seeing comments on social media putting down Yoshiki's feelings and development thorough the manga saying that he doesn't feel anything, that his feelings are not important, that it's just horror and that's it. There's no way some people lack this comprehension skills.

Y'all can't just ignore Yoshiki was born and raised in a small village in the middle of nowhere and how being different led him to feel like shit. And that that's one of the topics of the manga, it's explicitly showed. And it is completely OK to have this side of the narrative while being a psychological horror story, yk? No need to erase it.

He's gay, get over it. He's a teen, feels ashamed and lost, he feels trapped in this village, he's troubled, he's different and he's invested in closing paranormal holes with the monster who took over his dead best friend's body, aka TheEntity™, and a spiritual grandma for the sake of the world. It's just queer stories don't always need to be about romance.

The Summer Hikaru Died (anime adaptation) is going to test people's literacy and we all know it's not going to end well. Specially when we're used to see queer couples being fetishized in japanese media.

I'd say this is what media needs. More stories like this one. Romance is not the plot, but feelings still matter for it to exist and develop.

Anyways, don't lose energy trying to tell people and engaging in fights on tiktok comments. Just enjoy that this beautiful manga is getting an adaptation!! I personally love it and I'm waiting for the seventh volume to release <3

Read the manga, it's absolutely beautiful, the art is on point. The whole process of Yoshiki seeing 'Hikaru' (the thing) instead of Hikaru his dead bestie is amazing. It's so well written.

Before I saw this trailer I had actually no idea what The Summer Hikaru Died was about. I knew people had been talking about how it was really well-written, I knew it had queer rep, and purely based on the title I suspected it might be a tragedy. I didn't expect the quiet horror laying the foundation for a really compelling (terrifying?) romance.

Y'all, I am beyond excited for this series now. The sound design, the animation style, the fact that there are so few anime titles that are true horror. If the whole series adaptation is as well-done as the trailer looks this is going to be one to remember.

Hikaru’s smile appreciation post