48lexr - Lex’s Notebook

ingrid sundberg's colour dictionary - writing help

how about 4) while yapping to the one person who listens to you yap while you're driving so you can't write it down (the European mind cannot comprehend this.)

having really really good dialogue for your story but it’s either 1) in your bed in the middle of the night or 2) in the bathroom shower, so you have to wait about fifteen minutes before you can get to your notebook to jot down the ideas but by then it has dissipated and so has your entire sense of being in this universe *screeches in disintegrated*

I saw this from @oldfashionedidiot and this post is giving major Lozef-Dolgof vibes, especially in the "early days" (years 0-75, when Lozef was trying her hardest to win over Dolgof.)

But this is still true for Lozef! I do imagine that Dolgof would eventually find Lozef's undying devotion weird, and that's part of the reason for The Big Disappearance TM, but Lozef is so undyingly loyal to Dolgof that she's also undyingly loyal to her kid, Izi.

Even though she literally stabs Dolgof in the back, she knows it's wrong and is being manipulated by the President of Zeneste to consolidate power. That's why she comes running back to Izi: not only is she loyal to him, she's also loyal to Dolgof and wants to see her back on her feet.

That, and, she literally wrote a thousands-of-pages-long Epic about her journeys with Dolgof right after it happened. This is literally the Epic of the Hero of Life.

fuck unrequited love, give me unrequited devotion! give me a character who worships the mere ground their s/o walks on. give me a character who would do anything, cross any boundary or burn any bridge for the one they love. give me a character reveres and adores their partner to a religious (and unhealthy) extent

but the devotee just doesn’t get it. they don’t understand what they’ve done to receive this treatment or why the other character looks at them like they’ve just seen salvation. they fear they will never live up to the devoted one’s expectations and sometimes they wonder if their s/o is even in love with them, or if they’re really in love with the perfect version of them that they’ve created in their mind.

bonus points if the constant devotion and worship starts to drive a wedge between them!!!!!!

Novel In Progress Update

Last week, I made a Poll asking if I should edit and release the first draft of my novel for public opinion or wait to finish the whole thing

The results are in, you fuckers have spoken, I will release the first chapter. Absolutely all criticism, feedback, or just general opinions are welcome. All will be acknowledged and appreciated

Day 21 (30 in base 7) of re-writing my novel.

Wow, three weeks and ~27,000 words. Time flies.

Today I added double my normal word count to Part Two. I finally started writing the Hero of Life into this nonsense.

I will also provide an Odapir translation for today, used in canon:

Omoi odáo o tavishy ko. Wá áso asiren omoi táotsoi ko. Ymaktaviji tá taviji umak.

The translation is "Arriving in Tavishy. Take care when exiting the train. Ymaktaviji is the next stop."

Nine Lines, Nine Tags

A tag game from @authorcoledipalo (that I totally didn’t forget about, sorry!)

The rules: Post nine lines of dialogue, and then tag nine people. (I will tag less because 9 is too many.)

1. “You two [Izi and Hota] are cute,” Tagif chuckled, sitting on the extra bed, undoing her gauntlets.

2. “Hang on, let me get my foreign relations advisor on the phone with you.” I waved for Tagif who leaned in while I held the phone out.

3. “That was the last [syringe]. I shattered the other two.”

4. “You already took away our only chances at saving our world. Why come back to rub it in our faces?”

5. “Goddammit!” She stomped her foot, throwing her fists down. “Do you think I wanted to do that? I’m here to get her back, too.”

6. “No. Mistake is too light a word. Try murder?”

7. “It doesn’t kill magic, it just makes it unusable. Happy?”

8. “She already brainwashed everyone,” I hissed, “what more does she want.”

9. “All I want to do now is help you. All I want to do is retake Ir Nouzonif and stick it in President Sluwfa’s face.”

Tags:

@foxgloves-garden @ominous-feychild @theothersideofthewoods @moonsbetween @oldfashionedidiot +open tag!

midnight mspaint drawings

*gong sfx*

tried doing comic accurate virska from memory

roxyy

sprites from memory

ok well this is just getting stupid

and minecraft ones

Day 26 (35 in base 7) of re-writing my novel

I finished Part Two today! I will celebrate tomorrow (somehow). It is ~21,000 words.

The very end of Part Two explores what it is like to exist as a body without magic. Check out the following excerpt. Keep in mind, there are a TON of spoilers right here.

I blinked again, and Dolgof was on the ground.

I staggered back, clawing for Hota's arm, pulling them back as well as I stared at the Hero of Life's limp body, laying up against the lemon tree. Behind her stood the Hero of Earth. She gripped a syringe with white knuckles.

"What did you do," I shouted, "you killed her!"

Fangs bared, she kicked the Hero of Life. "Go on, tell him your dirty lie," she growled.

"Come," Dolgof whispered. "She won't hurt you."

Against my better judgment, I knelt down beside her. Her breathing slowed. Her hand laid over her stomach. Her cheeks drooped with fatigue. She was barely alive now, and she wouldn't be for much longer.

"I hid so much from you," she continued. "I hid myself from you for eighteen years. Only now-" she coughed "-only now do I tell you that, In Iziser."

She struggled for a breath. I lifted her head up. "What, what," I cried. My body shook, tears forming behind my eyes. "What is it?"

"You're my son."

No.

"I'm  your mother, Izi."

I gasped and staggered back, hands covering my mouth until I fell hard on the ground. Hota picked me up. Still wielding her syringe, I begged the Hero of Earth, "what did you do to her?""I took her magic," she snarled. "I took the Hero of Language's, too. I'm going to combine them all, myself, and save Meiste. That's the easiest-no, only-way."

A body without magic is, too, aimless and stumbling through existence. An existence without the magic that fundamentally makes people people in Meiste is a painful one. Dolgof, once the Hero of Life, will remain a vegetable until the end of the novel, once they're able to reunite her and her magic.

A while (I'm talking coming up on a decade or so) ago, I wanted to write a space western inspired by Alfred Reed's El Camino Real (beautiful piece, it's well worth listening to.)

space western is such a sexy trope but there are literally like 2 popular media from the genre