“There is probably an easier way to do this.” Voice a grumble as he stares down to her, watching as Lena adjusts the tie. They’re both dressed up for a party littered with the rich and stuck up members of society, a masquerade, disguised as normal people for the time being. At least until a distraction was needed. Clearly, Reaper wasn’t too keen on walking around in a suit and a mask that wasn’t his own.
I'm so stuck right now I know what's gonna happen in my story but I don't know how to get it out of my head onto paper
Write down exactly what you want to happen in your story in simple bullet points. These can be anything from a brief sentence to lengthy descriptions of locations you visualise. You could structure it from beginning, middle and end, by chapters, or just as the ideas get into your head and organise it later.
Movie Trailer It
Imagine your book is being adapted into the next upcoming Hollywood film. Think big. Within the first few seconds of your trailer, you’re going to hear and see things that set the tone for the rest of your book. Scribble down every little thing that appears in your mind as you watch this in your imagination. What are your characters saying to each other? Where are they going? What’s the big pause in the middle of the trailer that completely halts the music and potentially changes something big? Trailers usually give you the idea of what the story is about while giving you the freedom to explore more of what is going to happen.
Place your character in the middle of a piece of paper. Write down everything you know about them. Place a plot point in the middle. Write down everything that you want to happen. Again: a theme. Write. Soon you’ll find the more you write about your idea, the more you’ll uncover about your plot.
There are tons of worksheets online you can use to fill out details about your plot, characters, etc. This will broaden your mind scope to explore your ideas further.
Oops I stopped reading the list like halfway through but also 40 is one I'd be immensely interested in hearing your answer to.
What’s that? How would I fix Crisis Core? Wow you caught me completely off-guard on this subject I clearly have never thought about before, guess you’ll have to bear with me!
Prequels in general should contribute context and understanding rather than just a series of things that happened, and Crisis Core did not do that. It wasn’t very good at being about anything, when it should have been pretty clearly about one thing: Shinra is terrible, and working for them is a spiritually and morally corrosive experience, regardless of how apparently decent you are as an individual.
In VII we see Shinra kick a puppy every couple hours, but their real bone-chilling atrocities all stem from a complete disregard for life beyond that which is exploitable. Their real damage is expressed through the characters we meet that they have destroyed. A prequel’s the perfect place to look at that in greater depth, and from the inside.
Companions React to being taken back to Vault 111 and Sole Survivor finding a child still alive in one of the Cryogenic Chambers? By the way your reactions are hilarious 😆
God this was such a good ask. It took so much thought honestly. Hope you’ll excuse the wait though. 😁 And thank you! I’m afraid this one won’t be too funny though. Well maybe a little. Ah Deeks. How could I have made this funny without you? Ah but really thank you. I’m glad you’ve enjoyed them.
Hancock: They found her together. (Hancock outright refused to let Sole go back there by themselves) She was probably only around six or seven. Hancock caught her when she fell out of the chamber. That was when she started crying.Not that he blamed her, he wasn’t exactly what most would call eye candy. Strangely though when he went to hand her off to Sole she wouldn’t let go of him. She clutched at his coat like it was the only thing keeping her heart beating. She sobbed into his chest, refusing to look up at either him or Sole. He carried her all the way out of the Vault like that.
Nick: It was a baby. Just a tiny little baby. He shook his head. Oh, if he ever found out who had done all this to Sole and all these people and this little baby there was gonna be hell to pay. “Nick,” Sole said, looking up at him now.
He hummed, “Yeah?”
“You wanna hold her?”
His metal heart stuttered a bit. “Ahhh, Kid, I dunno if that the greatest idea…..” He flexed his uncovered metal hand at them.
Sole shook their head, already passing her over. “Hold her,” they said gently but forcefully. “I have some stuff I need to grab anyway.“Before he even knew what was happening the baby was in his arms and was staring up at him curiously.
Deacon: “Can we name him Whisper? Or maybe even Bullseye?” He grinned at Sole, who just stared at him. “Is that a no?” He asked. He looked down at the baby in his arms. “What you think, little guy?” He asked bouncing him up and down in his arms. “What do think? You wanna be called Bullseye? It’s a great code name, I gotta admit. Everybody at HQ would be very envious of you my little friend.” The baby giggled. He looked up at Sole. “See, he likes it!” *queue Sole sighing forever*
Maccready: She was three. Only three. Maccready had picked her up carefully, she was obviously still very dazed from what had just happened. She looked at him with wide blue eyes. He smiled at her. “Hi there,"he said quietly. She just blinked at him.
"Dada?” She asked, a line forming between her thin eyebrows.
The words made his heart ache. One, because she was never going get to see her Dada ever again. And two: the last time he had heard those words they had come out of his own son’s mouth. He felt tears prick at the back of his eyes, but smiled at her anyway.
Codsworth: He hadn’t said or done anything, but he was there. When Sole had the child and they had calmed down he had seemed to actually take a liking to Codsworth. “My family used to have a Mr. Handy just like you,” he said fondly. “I’m really gonna miss him actually. But maybe he survived?” He looked up at Codsworth. “I mean you did…” Codsworth would have cried if his body allowed for such a thing.
Dogmeat: He watched as Sole handled things and when the child started crying he trotted over and nudged them until they had their arms around him and he whined with them. And licked their cheek when all they had left in them were dry hiccuping sobs. (Because maybe it was an absolutely awful day, but at least dogs are still around.)
Preston: “You look like a cowboy,” the little girl stage whispered to him. He laughed. “Yeah I do, don’t I?” He shrugged. “I guess that was just the cards I was dealt though.” He smiled at her.
She giggled. “They look like a porcupine though,” she whispered again, now referring to Sole who was trying to take their armor off so they could wouldn’t bother or accidentally injure the child. Preston laughed, even though he had no idea what a porcupine was.
Cait: The scrawny little girl stood up to them bravely, not daring to let either of them lay a hand on her. “Who are you people?!” She yelled. “Leave me alone!” When finally Cait had managed to catch one of her arms, she went limp, tears welling up in her eyes.
Cait squatted down beside her. “We’re not gonna hurt you,” she told the girl who wouldn’t look at her. “We want to help you actually.”
“Don’t want your help,” the girl said stubbornly.
Cait smiled, nodding. “I know you don’t. I wouldn’t either,” she admitted. “But I’m hoping your gonna let us anyway, cause outside.” She shook her head. “Outside is very different from the last time you saw it. Everything is different. And your gonna need help. As much as you’ll hate it and resent the fact, you’re gonna need help. And we’re the only people who are actually going to help you.” She grabbed the little girls chin lightly, turning her head to where she was looking at her. “I know you don’t want it, but will you let us help?” Stiffly, the girl nodded.
Piper: She couldn’t stay. It was too much for her. She had to go back to Sanctuary and wait for them there. She apologized to the boy when he came walking out with Sole hand in hand. They both sniffed and wiped their eyes as they talked. Politely, they both ignored each other’s tears.
Danse: “I don’t think I should…” He began but Sole was already placing the child in his arms.
The girl smiled at him. “Hi,” she said quietly.
“Hi,” he said, trying not to sound as stiff and military like as he usually was. He was so unused to children. He couldn’t remember the last time he even spoken to a child, much less held one.
“My name’s Denise,” she told him.
“That’s a pretty name,” he told her. “My name’s Danse.”
“That’s kind of weird, but nice,” she nodded. “Do you know where my Mom is?”
His stomach churned. He didn’t dare look at the skeleton over her shoulder. Instead he kept his eyes on her and shook his head. “No, I don’t. Sorry. Maybe my friend here will be able to tell you in a few minutes though.” He couldn’t stay when Sole actually told them about what had happened though. He had to leave. He couldn’t stand to hear.
Curie: “Ahhh!” She shrieked at Sole. “No, you take him. I know nothing of children, please take him from me.” She passed the child back off to Sole as quickly as possible. She couldn’t hold the baby. What if she dropped him? Or what if she held him wrong? Or what if? Or what if? It was all too much for her. She outright refused to hold the child.
X6 88: He regarded the child quietly, a small distance away. Sole was talking to them but but their eyes kept flicking back over to the Synth, as if they were afraid he was going to just jump at them suddenly and eat them. Finally, Sole brought them over and introduced them to one another. “X6-88 this is David. David this is X6-88.” Sole smiled at them both.
“Hello, David,” X6 said. “It’s nice to meet you.” Shyly, the boy just nodded, not saying anything.
Strong: Strong was immediately ordered to go back to Sanctuary and get Preston the second Sole found the child. Strong was scary to people now. He would be a nightmare for a pre-war child.
It was around 6-to-9pm last night, watching the first election returns, and on CNN Wolf Blitzer was continuously amazed by each new vote count in Florida, exclaiming that “Trump takes the lead!”, “Now Hillary is out in front!”, when the numbers were just arbitrary depending on what precincts had reported. CNN was openly creating a fictitious back and forth foot race out of nothing, framed by ALERT graphics and dramatic music. This happened on a major network on a day of massive ratings, and the common response was, “well, they are dumb, they do this every year.”
At the same time, over at the data journalism site Fivethirtyeight, the early returns and exit data were characterized as “excellent news for Clinton,” “bad sign for Trump,” “long night for Trump,” and so on. At the start of the primaries, they gave Trump a 2% chance of being the nominee and somehow continued to be a source of information during the general campaign, providing very detailed to-the-decimal fake precision about a Hillary lead that didn’t exist. This persisted even after returns started to come in last night, and a few hours later, the horror of Trump’s victory came to pass. And people were, to say the least, surprised.
That people (people like me: white, coastal, liberal) were surprised by what happened last night should be read as a repudiation of the media we are consuming. We’re quick to call out right wing sites as harboring misinformation, but what is clear today is that the political press, the pundits, those providing you takes, and of course all that data, down to the tenth, are also implicated in the rise of misinformation. People spent months and months clicking on Fivethirtyeight, listening to podcasts, thinking they were being informed. Super informed. It was a massive and counterproductive waste. Something we needed to come to terms with even had Clinton won is that the right doesn’t have a monopoly on political fictions presented as fact.
It shouldn’t have surprised you that the United States is a deeply racist country. And because that fact is more obvious now, you shouldn’t be surprised what will happen when open bigotry is given even more permission, legitimacy, and empowerment. As I type this, Trump’s crowd is chanting for Clinton to be jailed. It’s horrifying.
And it also seems that the horror I’m seeing being expressed right now is partly the shock about being so dreadfully wrong. It’s the terror of having to come to terms with the fact that your information diet is deeply flawed. It’s the obvious fact that misinformation isn’t a problem over there on the right wing meme pages but is also our problem.
On the right, they have what Stephen Colbert called “truthiness,” which we might define as ignoring facts in the name of some larger truth. The facts of Obama’s birthplace mattered less for them than their own racist “truth” of white superiority. Perhaps we need to start articulating a left-wing version of truthiness: let’s call it “factiness.” Factiness is the taste for the feel and aesthetic of “facts,” often at the expense of missing the truth. From silly self-help-y TED talks to bad NPR-style neuroscience science updates to wrapping ourselves in the misleading scientisim of Fivethirtyeight statistics, factiness is obsessing over and covering ourselves in fact after fact while still missing bigger truths.
Factiness appeals to the ideas of the objective, empirical, and the disinterested apprehension of reality. When philosopher Jean Baudrillard spoke of “simulations”, he wasn’t talking as much about places like Disneyland as much as how Disneyland obscures the fact that everything else is a simulation. And throughout the campaign, what’s called the mainstream media has been desperate to pretend everything outside Trumpland is real politics.
An example of this came from the start of Trump’s primary campaign, when the media tried to use Trump’s outlandishness as a way to pretend the rest of it all was “truth”, that the other campaigns and their coverage were somehow in good faith. One way they did this was by calling Trump a “troll.” Trump was never a troll, he played by the silly rules of the big reality show perfectly. If we were being trolled, it was by those selling us the fiction of this election as something genuine.
More recently, you’ll remember the tape of Trump bragging about sexually assaulting women. This was completely on-brand for Trump, but some opportunistic Republicans pretended to be just shocked by his comments so they had an excuse to jump ship from an otherwise struggling campaign. No adult learned anything new about Trump from the tape. Meanwhile, the Editor in Chief of BuzzFeed penned a victory lap for journalism, “We Told You So: The MSM, vindicated.”
The idea that mainstream journalists uncovered facts and changed people’s minds and took a liar down was impossibly naive, it legitimated dishonest Republican opportunism, and attempted to bolster the fiction that outside Trumpland and the alt-right is the truth. From beginning to end, Trump was used by political journalism as an excuse to sell fiction as fact. And, in the end, Republicans came home to Trump, despite the so-called vindication of journalism; a journalism being called “mainstream” even when much of the country finds it irrelevant.
So many more examples could be given, but it’s getting late, and one general takeaway from the 2016 Election seems clear: our popular media, from those producing it to those sorting it with editors and algorithms, are not up to the task of informing us and describing reality. This won’t happen, but those people who got Trump sooo consistently wrong from the primaries to Election Day should not have the job of informing us anymore. And if you were surprised last night, you might want to reconsider how you get information.
About Annie and Petra, it’s not about Annie and Levi squad, it’s not about Annie and Eren, it’s not about Annie and Sina. It’s about Annie knowing and living the whole lie that was the world, it’s about a lonely girl who got to see the cruelty of the world, without sides to join, without something to revenge, without something to defend, without the comfort that hope or even hate can give, without anything to save, because anything was real except the thirst of men, and that’s sad. So what if she chose to keep living nevertheless? what if she chose to fight for that excuse of family and home she had? that was the closer to “good” she would ever have, and she knew very well that…
But the thing that really touches my heart it’s that she understood how things were, not like all that people, like all that soldiers with blinded aspirations that had something to hold on, she knew how empty everything was, and yet, more than anyone else she found compasion. Knowing better than anyone how ugly the world in both sides of the walls could be she found value in the life of others, in a cause, in an idea totally uncovered for her, she went for her comrades, like that time with Connie. In a world where she learned how fast a life is crushed and forgotten she hated herself for the bloody battle, for what happened to Marco, for still wanting to get back to home.
She is the most real and human person in SNK, she is the strongest person in the whole world, her hope, her restlessness, her pain, her acts, are the most sincere in the whole story.
Creativity in the coming age of artificial intelligence
I’m excited for the day our creativity is benefited by automated technology, more so than it is today.
If creativity is our ability to enact change driven by new and valuable ideas, then the addition of technology for determining and drawing-out those ideas is something modern machines are certainly capable of doing.
We already have machines which can “learn” how to write, help us drive, identify when to recommend something to buy for potential customers, or design programs on how to distribute complex arrays of data to their human counterparts.
What’s to stop a form of lightweight artificial intelligence from learning what makes an idea good or valuable? What’s to prevent those of us walking around every day with a supercomputer in our pocket from utilizing the technology as a means of boosting our creative potential?
Of course many of us are already doing exactly that: relying on the Internet and the ability to uncover new ideas or information with a quick search as a way of boosting our own ideation process. Being exposed to the randomness of YouTube’s trending videos, Tumblr’s feed, or the Facebook News Feed, certainly helps in the exposure of interesting—and sometimes inspirational—information. But what about software that not only serves up things it thinks we’ll be interested in, but which also helps us think creatively in the first place?
I think this type of technology is on the verge of becoming mainstream. The next event we, as creatives, will be undoubtedly excited about is when the tools we use to do our work enable us to think even more creatively than they do today.
Imagine a tool which can predict your intent, connect you instantly with hundreds of thousands of potential ideas, and work alongside you to spur your creativity. Sure, at some point technology may replace all of the creative process entirely—proposing ideas and solutions for us rather than working with us to develop them—but in the interim we can expect software and technology to work with us in the process.
In-fact: I’m writing this right now on an app that does that. It’s a project I’ve been working on for the last two years, and I’m excited to share it with you in a few weeks time.
The app essentially uses lightweight artificial intelligence and machine learning to enable writers to think more critically and write more creatively. It’s an AI-assisted writing app for bloggers, journalists, students or teachers, and anyone who wants to build a creative writing habit. It’s truly amazing, and I can’t wait to show it to you. It’s just the begining, I believe, of a future where we’re assisted by artificial intelligence not merely in physical labor or cataloging our music, but in conducting and orchestrating the creative process.
The future of software for creatives is going to be remarkably helpful and inspirational. Soon we’ll have tools which will enable us to generate, and act upon, new ideas at the touch of a button.
ive been gone for last couple days working on my music blog, i come back and what the hell is happening to the AT fandom? what happened while i was gone? its too much to handle and now im a little scared
princess bubblegum had a dream witht he cosmic owl and now shes fucked and now we know ooo is fucked in graybles 1000+, we dont know what the fuck is gonna happent o ice king, we dont know who dies and who doesnt but we have a good idea, graybles 1000+ uncovered a lot of shit, actually all of S6 uncovered a lo t of shit but yknow and now the AT crew releasedpromos for the S6 #Finnale and its a comet its another fucking comet and now next week from june 1-6 there’s gonna be an AT premiere marathon and on friday on fuckin 6/6 there’s gonna be two episodes, making the 6th episode of the finnale, and it’s called hot diggity doom, and they also released a very ominous promo that reveals so much yet nothing at all so now everyones scared and everyones fucked