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Some Worldbuilding Thoughts

Recently, I had a fun conversation with @sansjoshiki, who sent us a question on anon but then followed up with my request for more information. (Thanks for doing that!) It’s exciting to be able to answer questions to the best of our ability because we have all the information! 

Anyway, a lot of the stuff I said was not specific to their world, and I think that some of you may enjoy and benefit from it, so here’s some general advice on putting worlds together and incorporating details into your stories!

So, having a single concept (or a few unrelated concepts) and building a world and story from it is completely doable, and can be a lot of fun! But it can also be totally overwhelming and difficult to decide just how much to build, what to focus on, and how to incorporate all of it. 

This process is easier if you have a plot or a character in mind, because you can use that as a lens to decide what parts of the world are important to focus on. For instance, if your character is royalty, do they care how the peasants get water? Will that factoid ever show up? Probably not. With that in mind, it’s fine to have no detail or vaguery in regards to things that aren’t relevant, so don’t strain yourself trying to explain every little thing.

Using guides to help you come up with your world can be extremely helpful to cover all the relevant bases, but no guide will ever match exactly what you need for your story in particular. I think that possibly the best thing for you to do is to start thinking about your character and/or plot. If you don’t have a plot, think about elements in the world that are especially interesting to you and contemplate ways to get those involved in your plot. If you do have a plot, then start thinking about particular aspects of your world that will definitely be involved. If your plot/character(s) are involved with the government, you’ll need to have a pretty solid idea of how that government functions, but if not, that’s a detail you can probably gloss over with only basic details.

If your plot is detailed, start thinking of particular scenes that you want to write in it. For instance, if you want a scene to take place in a store or market, you’ll need to think about how that’s laid out. Is there just one store that sells almost everything? Do most shops specify? Is there an open-forum market with lots of small vendors, or large department stores? How does the currency work? (Actually, “how does the currency work” is a question you should probably answer regardless of whether economics will be a focus, unless the average person on your world doesn’t use currency).

With this in mind, build the parts of the world that pertain to a scene until you can get a sense of what it would be like to be there. Think about real-world situations that are similar; what does it feel like to be in a government building? In a bank? In a convenience store? In a high-priced and specialized boutique? On a farm? How would these things change based on the ways your world works? For instance, if your world no longer employs people to run cash registers and instead uses something like Walmart’s self-checkout, how does that change the experience of going to the store?

Once you have a basic sense for the scene, start writing! You don’t need to know every detail by this step; in fact, don’t try to know every detail. Just place yourself with your character in the scene, and think about what you’d notice and what’s important.

However, be careful about glossing over “unimportant” things, or at least keep in mind that you did. If a detail is irrelevant in an early scene, but then becomes important later, you don’t want to contradict what you’ve said before. I’m guilty of this; I write along willy-nilly, and sometimes when I’m rereading, I realized that a detail I develop well in chapter 5 is contradicted by something I handwaved in chapter 2. This is fixable, of course, but you might save yourself a little headache by thinking about it beforehand. Having to rewrite what used to be the perfect scene because one detail changes everything is annoying.

Also, don’t be tempted to start from the very beginning with this method of worldbuilding a single scene; think of scenes that are critical to your story and what they’ll entail, and work backwards to the ones that are less critical.

Ultimately, don’t forget that worldbuilding shouldn’t get wholly in the way of your writing. It can be lots of fun and create a great story, but if you find yourself never starting because you don’t have all the details in place, relax.

Sometimes, “Just start writing” can be the best thing when you’re stuck with worldbuilding. If a detail is needed to make the story work, or to make the world believable, you’ll realize that as you go, and then you can pause, figure it out, and then carry on.

As for putting an adequate amount of world detail in, we’ve done a few posts about that in past. I’ll say a few words about that:

Putting detail in can be tricky, because you know all these things about your world and many of them might be working together to create a scene. However, you don’t want to annoy or bore your reader, so you have to limit yourself. Having a beta reader can be great for that, because they can let you know when you have too much or too little detail. Personally, I think that erring on the side of too little and then having your beta reader tell you so is best. If you’re confusing your readers, you’ll need to put more detail in, but people are less likely to tell you when you have too much detail. Try to keep in mind what’s essential for the world, and also what’s abnormal. Your character isn’t likely to be thinking about how the space-age toilet works (unless they work in the sci-fi equivalent of plumbing), and even though knowing what happens to the waste can be important to the author, it is unlikely to come up in a story. Put yourself in that situation, remind yourself that everything you’ve built is the norm for that world, and then think about what you’d actually notice.

If you have abnormal things going on, those are easier to explain and make it make sense that you are explaining them. This can also be used to show what the norm is: “Instead of just going into the vaporizer like it always did, [character]’s urine was sitting in the receptacle, making the bathroom smell bad.” Bam, now we know that toilets have vaporizers and that this one is malfunctioning.

Thanks for reading, and happy building! -Werew

Day Thirteen

-A woman came through wearing a shirt that said, “Camp Wheretheheckrwe”. Finally, a brand of comedy that I can relate to.

-A manager made me a Starbucks Pink Drink. I can see why this drink’s popularity caused a shortage in coconut milk. It tasted like liquid flowers, but with less chlorophyll. 

-A girl dressed in all pink, tutu, shoes, bow, and all, attempted to make an escape. She unbuckled herself and stood up in the toddler seat, and attempted to jump the bar and get out, before her handler placed her back in confinement, much to her chagrin and dismay.

-While in the bathroom, a man’s phone began to ring. With no warning, Lorde’s “Royals” was suddenly blaring throughout the room. He then started angrily yelling at his phone, “ANSWER! ANSWER!” Shockingly, this did not work, and the song was still playing as I left.

-A boy decided to act out, but wisely wanted to avoid any actual repercussions. While unloading the cart, he would wind up as he removed each item, as if he were going to throw it angrily onto the conveyor belt, then at the last moment gently place it down. I feel a deep sense of comradery and understanding for this boy.

-I have made the realization that after the age of seventy, people only carry around either hundred dollar bills, or pockets full of unreasonable amounts of loose change. I do not know yet the significance of this discovery, but I will crack the Elder Code one day.

-As a little girl was waiting in line, I heard her cheerfully exclaim that she has no gum, while pointing at the chewing gum rack. She was not asking for gum. She was not complaining about not having gum. She just decided to gleefully announce to everyone in the vicinity that, at the time, she did not have any gum in her possession. 

-I then caused an existential crisis in this same girl. I handed her a sticker. Her face was filled with a sense of terror at the responsibility I had just given her. She could not decide where to place it. She was thoroughly shaken by this. I eventually handed her a second sticker so that she would not have to make such a weighty decision on such short notice. This solved the dilemma immediately.

-I have discovered the ultimate form of pure confusion, and that is children not understanding how stickers work and attempting to stick wax paper to their foreheads. It is truly a marvel to behold.

-A woman ominously wandered the front of the store, repeating to herself, “I should have known better. I should have known better. I should have known better.” My shift ended before I was able to ascertain whether or not she had reason to have known better. I remain confident that she did her best.

-An old man with a gun strapped to his hip was wearing a shirt that read, “Ditch The Paper, Go For Vapor.” It is reassuring to know that, in this life, some things may come and go, but the vape life is forever.

PilotJedi "I noticed"

Here’s the request from @archival-hogwash it’s over a thousand words long and I hope you like it.

Post Battle of Yavin

Luke felt a rush of air in front of him as he closed the supply closet door. Once it was fully closed, Luke took the first deep breath he had taken in days and softly chuckled. It was hard to get a moment of peace to himself these days. On Tatooine, it had never been hard. All he had to do was go out and work on a vaporizer, or go to his room. Now, though, with the evacuation of Yavin and being a popular hero, he couldn’t rest. 

Luke turned around and noticed how big the supply closet was. He wasn’t overly surprised, this closet mostly held aircraft parts. Luke let his feet guide him, mesmerized by engines and spare parts, even a few broken down astromechs. As he walked, he slowly whispered the names of parts, which ship they were used for, and the build. The lights were dimmed, no doubt to save energy to be used else where. There was almost a red glow throughout the room from parts emitting light. Luke felt his heart calm, his spine relax, and his head clear. He could breathe without other people’s sweat or air get in his lungs and he could think for once, without any pressure.

Turning the corner around a broken A-wing engine, mostly used for scrap now, he found a man.

The man was asleep, curled on top of boxes full of small spare parts. He didn’t look old, maybe just a bit younger than Han, but definitely older than Luke. His black hair was splayed all over his face, goggles pushed up and over his forehead. He wore a blue-grey Imperial jumpsuit. 


Luke took a step back, only to trip over, what was it, a screw? What else could’ve it been? 

 Luke tripped over something and he felt his back land hard up against a broken astromech, his feet flying through the air. His hands and rear end landed in a heap of spare parts, nothing thankfully stabbing him. 

The man jolted awake, sat up, and fell, simultaneously. He looked over at Luke, big dark eyes staring with, fear? Luke couldn’t tell. All Luke knew was that his face was a little too warm and that he looked utterly ridiculous. 

“Uh, hi?” The man said, standing up, watching Luke cautiously. He sounded not scared, but shy. 

“Hi.” Luke said back, trying to smile charmingly. That was kind of hard to do, considering his position. 

“Would you, um, like some, uh, help?” The man asked. Luke shook his head, letting a genuine smile get to him. 

“Nah. I got it.” Luke said. He was actually happy. He wasn’t being treated like a perfect hero or a kid. He was being treated like another person.

“Well, if you’re, uh, sure.” The man said, looking down and rubbing his shoe along the dirt.

“What’s your name?” Luke asked, tired of the brief silence. He felt an inner connection with this man, but he wasn’t sure how. Was it the Force? Fate? Destiny? Luke couldn’t tell. He just knew that he was happy around this person and that he made him smile.

The man in question looked up, as if he had been lost in thought. He probably had been. 

“Bodhi. Bodhi Rook.” Bodhi said. Luke felt his heart soar. 

“From Rogue One? The Bodhi Rook from Rogue One?” Luke asked. 

It was the first story Leia had ever told Luke as far as about the Alliance. She had told them about the brave team of people, Rogue One, who had all lost homes and families, and went to Scarif, willing to die for the plans of the Death Star. She had told Luke about Cassian Andor, the spy, Jyn Erso, the rebellious woman, Chirrut Imwe and Baze Malbus, who Luke had met and become fascinated with, K-2SO, who, as Luke figured out, should not be left in a room with Artoo alone, and Bodhi Rook, the pilot. Luke had always asked the most questions to Leia about Bodhi.

“Yeah. I’m the pilot.” Bodhi said, approaching Luke. 

“I know, Leia told me about you.” Luke said. Bodhi’s brown eyes opened wider, if that were possible. 

“As in Princess Leia Organa?” Bodhi asked. 

Luke nodded, just before he realised that he was actually stuck. 

“You are…” Bodhi was saying. 

“Luke Skywalker.” Luke said, fast and casual, hoping Bodhi wouldn’t catch on.

“The pilot that destroyed the Death Star.” Bodhi said. Before Luke could even breathe, Bodhi continued. “I, I knew the man who designed it. Galen Erso, Jyn’s father.” Bodhi looked down, his brown eyes wet with unshed tears that rimmed the edges of his eye. “He’s, he’s the one that told me I could be brave and stand up. He created it to have a flaw, you know, on purpose.” Bodhi looked into Luke’s blue eyes and Luke saw respect and trust. “Thank you for making his sacrifice, you know, worth it.”

Luke shook his head. “It wasn’t just me, it was also the other Red pilots, and you, Rogue One. You have to accept it, whether you like it or not. You helped made Galen Erso’s sacrifice worth it, and it saved the galaxy.” Luke said. Bodhi, out of pure shyness, said nothing, but he nodded. He understood that even if the Death Star did destroy Jedha, Scarif, and Alderaan, the galaxy, as a whole, was safer. After a couple of seconds of silence, Luke spoke up. “Uh, Mr. Rook,”


“Right. Bodhi, could you help me? I’m kinda stuck.” Luke said, feeling his face turned an abnormal shade of red. 

“Yeah.” Bodhi said and he offered his hand to Luke.

Luke’s hands were rough after touching mechanical parts and sand, and Bodhi’s hands were rough from years of hard piloting. The two fit perfectly in each other Luke’s tan hand grasping onto Bodhi’s darker one. Bodhi wasn’t strong, but he had just enough strength to pull Luke out. Now, they stood, inches from each other, hands still touching. 

“Uh…You know, I heard you earlier, talking about the parts around here. Perhaps, you could show me them? Most of these you wouldn’t find on Imperial grounds, ya know, and I…” Bodhi paused, looking into Luke’s innocent kyber blue eyes. Bodhi had seen many kyber crystals before. They often appeared blue or white, but they were beautiful. Just like Luke’s eyes. When Bodhi went into the Temple on Jedha for ceremonies, he felt calm. He didn’t worry about the future or about possible pain. He just let himself ease up. 

Staring into Luke’s eyes, he felt the same type of calm he hadn’t felt in over fifteen years. 

“Yeah, I’d love to.” Bodhi looked down to his hands, where his hands was still connected with Luke’s. 

“Uh, are hands are still,” Bodhi looked back up to Luke, eager to feel the same calm again. It seemed that Luke had moved even closer to Bodhi.

“Yeah. I noticed." 

To my fellow Ice Mechanics....

Don’t know if you have seen the stills - if you haven’t this is probably a spoiler - but there’s a still in which Raven and Roan are totally on the same set at the same time, soo…… 


Meeting is imminent 

Also apparently Luna and Roan will fight in an epic duel to win the lady’s hand or something. 

And I ask myself: if they make a threesome, can it be dubbed “Vapor Mechanic”? 

“Margaret.. is it me or.. was this guy watching us the moment he stepped in?”

I’m never doing lineless work again. @___@ Took me all my night and noon to finish it.

Richard and Margaret belongs to @inverted-mind-inc / @ask-the-nightshift (including herself!)

anonymous asked:

kandreil : Neil a little anxious for not being enough, needed by Kevin & Andrew. And the guys showing him he's wrong (as always ;) )

•its not that Neil doesn’t think he’s enough, Neil doesn’t know how to be enough. He doesn’t know how to be too little or too much. Neil doesn’t know how to be

•Neil Josten is a ghost of a person, he is a smoke screen, try touching him, and your hand might just go through him like vapor

•and he’s got these two men and they’re all a little fucked up in their own ways

•some days, Kevin can make Neil feel like he’s hung the sun

•and other days Andrew looks at him with just the right amount of indifference to make Neil feel lightheaded

•but there are days when Neil’s heart feels so full and it terrifies him

•what did he ever do? how did he get here? How does he possibly deserve this? Maybe it’s all in his head? and all of these thoughts inevitably come to Maybe it would be best if he left.

•But Andrew can always see the flight instincts in his eyes

•and Kevin feels it in Neil’s thin, jumpy fingers

•and Kevin will pull him into his lap and run his hands through Neil’s flaming hair

•Andrew will light a cigarette and his eyes will smolder at Neil brighter than the burning tobacco he’s inhaling

•He’ll come right in front of Neil, look him in the eyes

•”You are so good.” and “You are not going anywhere.”

•and with that, he leaves the rest to Kevin because Andrew can’t stand to be touched when there is so much need

•but Kevin will nuzzle Neil’s head into his neck

•Kevin Day has been beaten so often but his hands never forgot how to be soft

•He turns Neil into a melting puddle of golden sunshine

•and Neil has never felt so warm and content and full and grounded

•and Kevin has Neil seeing stars

•and all Neil can hear over and over as he struggles to breath because every bone of his is on fire in the best possible way is

•”You are good. You are wanted. You are here.”

grounded faith

Damned by happy souls
The campy troll wandered.

Misunderstanding why
No one would let him
Get away while wheelchaired
Brigades formed surroundings.

Seeking solace in old lovers
Who lacked an opinion
Due to consoled complacency
Letting him crash at a gnome’s place

Bounded by reconciliation
Casual in going nowhere
Teenaged water vapor hisses
Saturated in homegrown hormones

Grounded by soothing rage
Chronicled before entering
Confession booths detesting goals
Repressed via sacred scrolls

Sold out with rings of forgery
Serendipity’s cold lesson meld
Vampiric legions trapped in ruins
Trapping moles built guided by outcasts

Chanting bought out pop tunes
Formulaic despite poor reviews
Forgetting reproductive casualties
Designed nightmare versions of success

I’m starting to think that maybe I should go back to one of my old urban fantasy ideas…

The one where magic and magical beings are still pretty underground, but those who know about it or practice magic can manipulate common urban things to their advantage

Like there’s an app store where you can download spells or look up magical news

There are websites that can only be accessed by magic users through magic, these websites are a part of World Wide Wyrd Web

And there’s a certain phone service number you can call to contact the spirits of the deceased, just dial 1-800-S-O-U-L 

And if you’re on the train or jogging and you’re listening to the radio on your headphones, there’s a special charm that pauses the music and updates you with news about local potion experiments gone awry and if the vapors are going to be any trouble and let you know of sudden route changes due to a dryad who means well but just has had enough with all that asphalt and has caused some traffic congestion.

I’m in too deep, Jaspidot gem egg hell fanfic… Enjoy.


The gemlings are their usual energetic, rowdy, and feisty selfs. This proves as a annoyance to Peridot as she tries to tend to maintenance to the ship, irritated with hers kids she makes Jasper look after their wild bunch of gemlings… Needless to say Peridot discovers she doesn’t find Jasper’s parenting methods appealing.

Keep reading


“T-Tony. Where are you going?” You asked, your eyes still slightly reddened from crying.

The scientist didn’t answer. He waved his hand as if that was a response, then left the room.

You sighed in exasperation and followed Tony. You had a tough time keeping him within sight. When you called his name, he didn’t answer. It was only until you realized that you were on the same floor as his laboratory did you realize what he was doing.

“Tony Stark, you are not going to vaporize my ex-boyfriend!” You called, now resulting in running.

“That son of a bitch won’t know what hit him.” Tony assured, as if that made things better. “He had no right to cheat on you. He’s scum. He’s lower than scum.”

ladyoftheinternet  asked:

Hey there! :) So I'm going through some gifs of Stiles' reactions to Derek being in danger this season and I can't help but notice that not only does Stiles look worried but he looks EXTREMELY PISSED! Even when Stiles thought Derek was going to die outside La Iglesia, when he turned back to look at Derek, he looked ENRAGED! Where do you think that anger is coming from and do you think there's a particular person/people that this anger is directed to? (Maybe Kate???)

Oh, Stiles’s face when he confronts Kate those two times were perhaps my most favorite thing of the season. There’s no doubt in my mind that Stiles wants to destroy Kate, and I keep going back to all the Atom Bomb imagery Cupid found connected with Stiles.

When Stiles does blow (and it’s so clearly coming) there’s not going to even be a body of Kates to be found. He’s going to vaporize her. All that will be left will be a shadow on the wall. 

Kate’s lack of resolution in 412 was part of the really obvious reshoot, and I fully believe the original plan was for Stiles to eliminate her, thus kicking off the ‘Stiles coming into his powers’ storyline. 

But yes, Stiles is very, very protective of his mate, just like Derek.