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Quagsire Sprites Review

Gold- A wonderful retro Quag, he’s still getting used to his new arms from evolving. Tail seems a bit thin but he’ll grow into it. A lovely shiny boy. 5/5

Silver- A lovable chubby QuagHe’s bending down to talk to smaller pokemon but he may be a bit overexcited and yelling. Still working on his manners. A very friendly boy. Adorable stripes and back ridges. 5/5

Crystal- Such a happy Quag! Now with movement! Look at him, he’s so excited to use his new arms! He’s practicing because he dreams of one day playing piano. He’s singing for you too! A wonderful quag with a bright future ahead of him. 5/5

Gen 3/FR/LG- A friendly dancing Quag! Such a cute and fun pose! Such good balance! But he’s also the most mysterious Quag. If you blink you’ll miss him change his pose and cry out. How does a Quag move so fast? A perplexing quag 5/5

Diamond/Pearl- This a very friendly Quag, he’s a bit more shy than the others but he’ll still wave to you. He’s got one enlarged nostril, but he’s still beautiful. Lovely big back ridges. lovely shade of blue. Be gentle with this Quag and give him all the hugs. 5/5

Platinum- A Quag with a lovely darker pallete! He’s a bit of a nightowl and goes for a lot of night swims. He’d love to hold your hand. Has a bit of a wonky foot and probably trips a lot, but he’ll still do his best for you. 5/5

HG/SS- The most loving Quag!! He wants a hug!! HUG THE QUAG!!! HUG HIM!!! So wonderfully chubby and such a sweet smile! Perfectly friend-shaped! I love him so much. The ideal Quag A+++ 1000000/5

B/W-  Just like the last but even MORE EXCITED! YOU JUST HAVE TO HUG HIM! He’s even dancing and reaching for you! A precious angel baby who deserves all the love in the world! HUG THE QUAG!! 10000000/5 spare my heart. 

XY/SM- The newest member of the Quag family. Beautifully rendered, the most lovely chubbiest belly, the friendliest face, even a precious neck roll. Probably 90% squish. He’s a little self-conscious but still a lil bouncy. Give him all the pats and beans in refresh. 5/5


Pokemon Conquest- The sleepiest, laziest Quag. I love how big and detailed this quag is. Look at those cute toes and fingers. Look at that chub. Look at that shading. Please though, let this poor boy rest. 5/5

Pokemon Trozei- The tiniest quag, just a happy ball. They still captured all his best features. This quag may lack limbs but he’ll still dance and smile for you, a good egg. 5/5

PMD Sky/Time/Darkness- A nicely shaded and pleasant Quag. Lovely bg gradient and colors. Looks like he’s spacing out though. Exploration team life can be hard on a simple quag. Buy this boy a drink at Spinda’s cafe pronto. 5/5

PMD Gates to Infinity: AN ANGEL SENT BY ARCEUS HIMSELF 999999999/5

In short, all Quags are good and deserving of love. <3 

i just gotta get something off my chest and it’s just me rambling, it doesn’t actually go anywhere so you don’t have to read this lol.
i made this blog because i love mm. i post because i enjoy it. that’s how it should be.
but i’d be lying if i said i wasn’t getting worried. it’s growing so quickly, and now i have almost 9k followers, which is ridiculous to me.
i don’t want this blog to start feeling like a chore, and like i’m only carrying on with it to please other people rather than myself. perhaps that’s selfish, idk. it’s just that…that’s exactly what happened with my drarry instagram account which is currently on 24.7k, like i just kept posting because people were begging me to. i lost interest because i stopped doing it for myself, and also because i started getting a bunch of hate comments. now it’s pretty much completely inactive.
luckily i’ve only got maybe 1 or 2 hateful anons on this blog, but idk i really don’t want it to go the same way as the instagram account. i still enjoy posting on this blog and i hope i continue to enjoy it for a long time


#MyLocJourney (1/3) Start of the Glo Up

So after looking back at old posts, I decided to look at old pics. My hair has Grown!!

Deciding to grow it out has really changed my image and was one of the steps to becoming who I see myself as. When I was younger I always wanted to grow it, but it would get cut without a word from me. Somewhere along the lines, I got stupid self-conscious and would just do what others thought was good. Thank God, I broke my mold and now I just do what I wanna. Started these dreads just being Isaiah Rashad for Halloween, and kept them as a start of a change. Now I have gotten past the point of knowing what to do with these 😂😂😂.

I passed 40k. And I honestly don’t know what to say. Y'all probably get tired of me saying thank you and I love you so I wanna make this post a little different. About 3 years ago (I think) I started using tumblr. I made an account not understanding the app at first and I just started reblogging pictures I liked and just looking through all the dozens of pictures on this app. But basically my account was a mess there was no structure whatsoever. I just reblogged everything I liked so there were a million different “themes” on my account. At one point I started to dislike that and I started to dedicate my account to grunge pictures. I suddenly started growing and it felt weird but I liked tumblr so I kept going. I passed 100, 1k, 2k, 3k etc and suddenly I had 10k followers. I still remember that day and I was literally speechless. I couldn’t believe so many people actually liked my blog and the pictures I posted. But here we are 30k further and I’m still loving everything about this app. I’ve mad friends through this app. (I think) I’ve helped people through this app. And I just met so many cool people bc of this app. And also bc of you guys. Every single one of you has helped me meeting amazing people. Tumblr has just brought me so much positivity and I’m absolutely loving it. So I wanna thank you guys for following, liking, reblogging and just all the things you do. You bring me happiness and I hope I kinda give you that too. If you ever feel like you need to talk to someone, if you need advice, if you need someone to listen to you just anything don’t hesitate to send me a message. I love talking to you guys and it’s always so much fun. Also if you have any tips/recommendations/request/improvements or whatever for my account please message me too! I wanna post stuff you guys like and love. I’m also thinking about how I can give something back to you guys. The things I’ve thought about for myself right now are shoutouts or clothing but if you have any idea please message me too bc I want to give you guys things back. That’s it for now I guess. I love you guys so much and really thank you for everything 🖤


Hello everyone! I’m posting this to hopefully get some advice for Sherbert. When I purchased him, the tumor looking growth was about the size of a scale, and since then it just kept growing larger. He is still active and has an appetite, but I’m worried because I just noticed what looks to be blood oozing out of the tumor. Should I be worried? And is there something I can do?

Never, ever, piss off your garbage handler...

(warning: long story)

Amazing story a good friend just posted about bonding with her father:

My father is a shy and quiet man. Growing up, he and I weren’t close. He didn’t quite understand my overly dramatic responses to everything. We didn’t “connect” on any level. The only time he generally spoke to me was when he was angry with me because I was arguing with my mom.

However, when I was 11, I was able to form a special secret bond with my father. We did a very bad thing, and then kept the secret from my mother, and in my mind, the authorities. This secret (which will now no longer be a secret) has bonded us together ever since. To this day, we still talk about the time when we practically broke the law. My dad still beams with pride, as if it was his crowning moment. It’s a story I treasure because it’s ours.

Sunday was obligatory church day in our house. My mother taught Sunday school, my brother attended Sunday school, I sang in the children’s choir and my dad was a deacon or some such ranking official. After church, my mother would stay in town and pick up greeting cards at the Hallmark store or refill prescriptions. On this particular Sunday, my parents had driven separately to church so my father wouldn’t have to partake in card shopping. My brother was going with my mom. I weighed my options and decided to forego shopping and hopped in my father’s pickup truck.

“We have to stop off at the shop.” my father said.

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i keep seeing that anti-peta post w the sheep on my dashboard and while peta is objectively Terrible and The Worst i suggest seeking out information about the wool industry from other animal rights organizations. it’s not as Sunshiney and Great as the post and the example of shrek makes it seem. in fact sheep really can shed their own wool when they live in the wild but sheep which are used for wool are bred specifically 2 grow massive coats without shedding for the maximum amt of product + profit (this is where the “sheep need 2 be shorn” thing comes from — if this was true, how would sheep survive before humans began shearing them?) and the conditions the sheep are kept in can be very poor. Im not trying 2 be preachy but i just want people 2 understand that there are legitimate reasons that people are opposed 2 buying wool

Thank you, Undertale.

A year ago, a game was being released. Also, one day before, I had a terrible birthday and a reminder of all the things I was not.

I can’t say this was an entire year, because, even if I saw Undertale slowly grow to be what today it is from the begining, I was on the backstage, just watching the show and the fandom increasing in size. Several mutuals and people drowning into this madness as I kept myself into other subjects, away from the internet, away from the computer… just enclosing myself into things, now I laugh about.

It was until January of this year, when one day I snapped and asked a friend “Who’s that fucking skeleton you always post about? It’s getting tired”, and then I was drowned into a confusing explanation about human, monsters, determination and countless of “please play it, you’ll love it”. And well. I did.

And it was by far, the best choice I ever made this year.

See, I am not afraid to say, during that time I lost everything: School, friends, money, job, and was in the way of loosing a person who I considered be the love of my life; my house was a hell hole, when my parents became the most poisonous and violent persons in the world and I had no where and no one to run to. I was utterly alone. I had nothing left. I was hurt. And one of the things that hurts the most to say is: I also lost hope on myself, my dreams, my goals. I had no bit of strenght left. I no longer had motivation to seek out for anything. I just wanted to stay on my desk, loose time on the computer and pretend that I didn’t exist. Because I wanted nothing. I was numb.

But, it will be quite a bit… stupid to say a simple game teached me all this. And, truth be told, it wasn’t exactly like that.

This game, this story, the characters and everything else, touched a very sense nerve inside of me. It moved me and forced me to think about my life choices. I will always still remember the first things I went through when I played the game: The tenderness of a mother love from Toriel, laughing happily again thanks to Papyrus and Sans, feeling inspired by Undyne’s power and heroic speeches, the big empathy I had when encountering a yellow lizard that had all the same fears, the same vision of herself I had of myself. But amongst all the things… Asgore and Asriel teaching me something I had forgoten, and that was to forgive myself.

My first and only attempt to beat Genocide was positively frustrated by Sans, when his speech made me remember who I was, and then I understood that was a question I had to ask to myself: What type of person I wanted to be. I know it’s silly… But my love for Sans is not because he’s a ‘husbando’, heh, it is because he was the only character I’ve seen to comfront the player in a way it just… makes you close the computer, lay down and shed a tear thinking about the actual power we as human and people have on our hands and just wonder… What will I do tomorrow? Create or destroy?

That day, I choosed the first, re-started the game and decided to make amends with them. Give them a happy ending as a symbolic way, because I was in my way to give a happy ending to myself.

This game didn’t solve my life, that’s real. But it kicked me back into the correct path where I met the correct people that now are pushing me to do the best. If it wasn’t for Undertale, I wouldn’t have met the best comunity I am part of; friends and people who I learned to roleplay with, talk to, laugh with, create and share memories through this beautiful path, a group in which I met four of my greatest friends: Matty, Ian, Eriz and Dot. Four dudes I am forever so grateful of meeting, because despite the distance, the love and affection they give me is even stronger than people I have around me. They had pushed me on my worst and they deserve every bit of my best. That was a promise.

Jesus! I even met people I had never in my life though I’d be able to be friends with. Thinking on myself being friends of several amazing artists on this comunity was totally unheard of, and here I am, talking to them everyday like what we are: friends. It’s amazing because I thought I was unworthy. But despite my negativity, deep inside there’s a voice that goes stronger and says “yes, Meredith, you’re worth it.”.

And the thing I will forever be grateful to Undertale is meeting him. A man I never thought I had in my life. But someone who really supports me and likes me for who I am. Someone I can really call a team mate. A partner. A real boyfriend I finally feel I want to stay with, because I feel as loved as I always wished to be. He’s a blessing, my blessing.

These people brought back the light I had lost, and the motivation. Every follow, every comment from you all filled me with DETERMINATION to keep on, to say “no” to what was harming me, and to say “yes” to making myself happy, take decisions and move on. 

If it wasn’t for Undertale, none of these things would have happen. And I would most likely be in a puddle of the worst depression in my life. And who knows. Maybe took the worst decisions and loose myself.

It’s kind of interesting how a dude that wasn’t really believing in the strenght of his game, nor foreseeing all this explosion, created something that suddenly became the life change to so many, me included.

And I want to be that person, sometime. I want to help out. I want to share this feeling of joy to the world. The joy of a journey that, despite the pain, was the best thing that could’ve happen in my life. I want to inspire and help you all through whatever hardship you might be going through. Because you are strong, you’re worth it, you can do it!

As promised, I’ll give it all out to this comunity as long as Undertale keeps alive, through any project I still have in mind or you want to see. And when the time calls out to move on, I’ll still search out to do what’s best for all of us.

You’re all the most important things in my life. And thank you so much for your support. There’s a lot more to do, a lot more to give, and we’ll do it together!

Thank you Undertale.

Thank you, Toby.

Thank YOU all.
For the anon

For the anon who sent me the message about taking photos - i have been getting the pics from the workers of the websites…I have brought it up recently with them (like yesterday - really recent) and stopped working with some of them. Since I’ve been growing I’ve realized I want to work with more “established” fashion websites. With my uni life and co-op jobs, I have honestly been thinking about ending affiliates all together and going originally back to just posting for fun. I am going to delete all old posts from my previous affiliates by the end of this month (already started yesterday), and update my tumblr all together (it’s been overdue). All posts with original, trustable sources (like yesstyle) will be kept. Obviously I don’t want my followers to get scammed (neither do I - I got scammed this summer by an online website too) and I previously ended affiliation with websites that my followers complained about. so if you ever have a bad experience or feeling about the affiliates, please let me know.

Thanks guys ❤

The Struggles of Wearing Glasses

So I’ve decided I’m just going to make a big-ish post about the struggle of owning and wearing glasses since I really haven’t seen one around, only little things here and there (which I found hilarious). Please feel free to add your own struggles and or perks.

• They can become expensive (I cannot begin to tell how may times I have to get new frames and such because I’ve kept breaking them since being a small child.

• You’re reminded that you have crappy eyesight.

• And for some of us that makes us sad.

• You (or at least I do) envy people who have glasses but do not wear them simply because they can somehow tolerate not wearing them; meanwhile you’re stumbling around blind as a bat without yours.

• Hearing: “You look so much better without glasses!” Or anything along those lines.

• You have crap eyes (don’t forget).

• When you can’t find them in the morning so you have to waste time you don’t have looking for them. And truly if they are not within reach or anywhere are where they are normally kept you’re screwed.

• Can’t wear really cool sunglasses (or sunglasses in general).

• When they constantly slide off your face (seriously, how rude?).

• When you get slight headaches from breaking in new lenses.

• Those of us who have an astigma (you know who you are and how it is).

• Can’t wear Halloween masks too well because you would have to take your glasses off in order for the mask to fit over your face and then you can’t fucking see!

• The rain. Enough said.

• When you break them.

• Especially if you don’t have a backup.

• Probably the fact the you need a backup.

• Anyone whose ever been teased. Especially when it really hurt.

• Can’t wear mascara because it will smudge on the inside of the lenses.

• It’s hard for some of us to prescribe eye makeup because our lovely glasses get in the way and of course we can’t remove them because then WE CANNOT SEE A BLOODY THING IN FRONT OF US (I seriously have a terrible issue with this).

• Getting hair dye stains on the sides.

• Can’t really wear 3-D glasses.

• Unable to truly fall peacefully asleep whenever you feel like it because you have to take the extra two seconds to remove your glasses and prevent damage.

• Steam.

• If you stay at a friends house (or anyone’s house) and you need to take a shower, you have to read the labels of all the bottles in the shower before getting in. If not your standing there squinting trying to determine which bottle is shampoo and which is conditioner.

Perks about wearing glasses:

• Since people use glasses as a fashion statement now a days, you’re already ahead of the curve.

• They help you see better (imagine that right?).

• For some of us they really do hide our very terrible eye makeup.

• A lot of people really really do look great in glasses. Seriously, keep being fabulous specimen of human beings.

• You are probably making someone else feel good about wearing their glasses.



Day 2 - Frisk & Sans
Do I ship it?: I can’t romantically pair up a kid who grows up faster w/ a long-living skeleton. For me, Sans sees them as a sort of little sibling.

Ayy!! Here I am again~ I was originally going to just post the first one, but since my mom kept on using the comp, I had to wait and then my hand slipped.

Anyway, I really love Sans’ support and kindness to Frisk so so much (pacifist) I cannot bring myself to not like these two as buddies.

I also slipped a dance and swap there haha

I’d like to dedicate these pieces to @cottoncandycruusaaade for drawing me a rad af doodle! I thought you like Frans so here you go! Thanks ulit! (*≧ω≦*)

and for my sister too because she wanted them haha xD

Terrible Thief (2) - (partial prehydra!)Pietro Maximoff x Reader

Originally posted by thatsadarksoul

Words: 2019
Pairing: (partial)(prehydra!)Pietro Maximoff x Reader
Featuring: Wanda Maximoff, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff
Warnings: feeLS, kinda sad, swearing i think
Requested: yeh by a lot actually
Authors Note: i ended up really liking this little idea with the prehydra!stuff and I’m testing something with this imagine (plus, it was helping me calm down after a kinda bad day so why not post it) BUT YAY PART TWO

Part One Two Three Four

Masterlist. Request List.

You were locking up The Maximoff Bakery on the two-year anniversary of the twins leaving. You quickly took over their shop in case they decided to come back, and you ended up really liking it. You found Wanda’s recipes and kept the business growing, but it just didn’t feel right without your friends.

You heard a noise as you were walking out the back door. “I swear if it’s another damn animal…” You groaned under your breath. Pietro and Wanda had told you how so many animals would sneak in and eat some of the food, so you knew you had to be careful.

You grabbed a broom, ready to push it out of the store. You snuck around the back and made it to the front to get past the counter.

“Hey!” You shouted, “I see you.”

The man didn’t move. He was crouching under the counter, and he didn’t say a thing. “Seriously, I see you; you’re right under the counter. Wow, you’re such a terrible thief. I remember my days and it granted me a best friend. Oh, do you speak English? Sometimes I forget that we’re in Sokovia,” You rambled on, and the man finally moved. “If I report this it will be so much work. Take a piece of bread and get out, okay?”

“You didn’t change the name of the bakery,” The man said in a low voice. He still hadn’t turned around, and you hadn’t even gotten a glance at his face.

“What? The name of this bakery has always been the same,” You started, “Will you turn around so I can see you?” You asked.

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I really miss you. I swear I do. I miss talking to you and your hugs that felt like home and the endless phone calls when I’m down or just need some cheering up. I never pictured us not being friends. Since you always kept up with me and apologized even though you did no wrong. You were my so called mce even though I did not post it on social media; because if it’s yours you should treasure them before they’re gone. I still treasure you and what we had. Treasures can be stolen and someone stole you from me. I just need to grow the guts and steal you back. You’re the treasure I never knew I had until I lost you. And I really miss you too.
—  I feel really “home” sick about now
That don't impress me much

The Party is camping in a cave, hiding from the lizardmen we are not that friendly with and the cleric is standing guard. She’s in a sour mode, having lost all but one in her merc company within the last few weeks and about 5 or 7 just a few days ago. She’s no natural with people to begin with either, having the staggering stat of 8 in charisma. 

DM: It grows dark and about 2 hours into your shift you see the wizards parrot who has kept you company grow stiff and levitate in the air. Eyes growing blank.

Wizad (ooc): Whaat? Do I wake up? If it dies I should wake up!

DM: You don’t wake up. It’s breathing still. (Turns back to me) You hear a voice in the darkness [creepy voice] Tell me your name.

Cleric: What? No. Who’s there?

DM [still creepy voice]: Doo noot moove.

Cleric starts flicking through spells trying to see which ones aren’t requiring a move action.

Cleric [Ooc]: Can I see anything out there?

DM: No.

Cleric [in game]: Urgh… Come out where I can see you. Anyone can mess with the god damn parrot and throw a voice.

DM: uhm… [creepy voice, a bit less sure of itself] …. tell me your naaame… 

Cleric: Listen. Get out here or I won’t talk to you.

DM [grinning and shaking his head]: Sure. A weird humanoid creature comes out of the darkness. It’s pale, like it’s made of stone and very androgynous. No genitals, no real features at all. Like a mannequin almost.

Cleric: There you are. Good. What do you want?

DM: [ooc] oh god… It does look a bit surprised about how you are treating it.

Cleric [ooc]: It’s in the middle of the night, I’ve been walking in though terrain for 8 hours, staring out into darkness for 2 and now someone turns up fiddling with the parrot and trying to scare me? Fuck that. Does it answer the question?

DM: Not straight away.

Cleric [in game]: Look. I’m not in the mood for talking. What’s your name and what do you want?

DM [creepy voice]: Give me yours first.

Cleric: Fine. Urgh. Robyn. So, there you go. Now. Who. Are.You. And. What. Do. You. Want?

DM [creepy voice]: Eater of many things, and I wonder; Are you the ones who have murdered the ancient people of 1000 warriors?

Cleric: Who?

DM [ooc]: It draws with his toe a crude sketch of an elongated humanoid with a long face and tail.

Cleric [ooc]: Can she see that it’s the lizardmen?

DM: With some imagination.

Cleric [in game]: Ah. Some. It was self-defense though. 

DM: It seems like a foreign term to it. 

Cleric [in game]: They hit us first? Why?

DM [creepy voice]: Meet me on the top of this mountain. I have an offer to give, and you are not safe here.

Cleric [pointing to the rest of the party]: Should I bring them?

DM [creepy voice]: Are they important to you? [ooc] It disappears in front of your eyes.

Cleric: God damn [ooc] I turn to wake the others. [in game] Hey! Get up! Get moving. We need to move, now! 

And that’s how the great fiend in the area met our Cleric for the first time.  And how she managed to make it feel a bit unsure of itself and impressed by her lack of reactions. She wasn’t as cocky when it showed itself in full size asking for a “favor” when they got to the top of the mountain…. 

voltron but everybodys hair actually keeps growing in space
shiro’s fucking high maintenance undercut look ends up even more ridiculous bcs the sides inevitably get all fluffy
keiths mullet intensifies
lance gets all shaggy but like probably thinks it makes him irresistible to The Ladies™
hunk has to actually make his headband functional to hold back those lil bangs when hes workin on stuff and it looks silly but is also, adorable
pidges hair gets long enough to put back into the side pony and she gets SO GLAD

Okay but consider the following

Summer seducing Raven. 

Raven the unsure of her actions teenager, Summer the ‘Trust me, I’ve done this before, you’re doing just fine’ super supportive girlfriend.

Summer and Raven growing apart because Raven’s still not sure of herself or her sexuality.

Raven wanting to feel normal, starts sleeping with Tai Yang. 

Raven getting pregnant, wanting to run away from all this but feels the obligation to let Tai see his child. 

Raven knocking on Summers door at three in the morning, two year old Yang asleep in her arms. 

Summer telling Raven she can’t run away with her, it wouldn’t be right and that was years ago. 

The argument coming to the point where they both have hands on their weapons. 

Yang making some noise in her sleep, and Raven making her decision. 

Raven’s last words to Summer being ‘You’re her godmother, take care of her for me.’ as she left. 

Summer having to explain everything to Tai. 

Taking her duties as godmother very seriously. 

Summer eventually falling for Tai Yang.

(A table of contents is available. It will be kept updated throughout the series. This series will remain open for additional posts.)

Part Six: Growing Out World

To start growing out further than your starting point, you need to begin considering environment. I know a few writers who begin with their planet and build the whole structure of the planet, first and foremost, before going into detail about where people live. While that works for some people, many of them scientists at heart, it certainly doesn’t work for me, and in the end this series is really just an extended discussion about my process. There are two ways to begin thinking about the environment your character lives in:

When you grow out, you imagine the buildings; from the buildings, you get environmental information from the materials.

When you grow out your mental image from whatever your starting point was, you begin to see what’s around it. If it’s a city, village, town, port, or anything else with structures, you may think your imagination has been completely unhelpful, thank you very much. Good news! You’re wrong! What you get out of the structures you imagine is materials. Are they homes of wood and adobe? Steel and glass? Thatched roofs? Shutters of huge sea shells? Alabaster columns? Whatever it is they’re made out of, your next analysis is whether it’s imported or not. Alabaster is quarried from 12-20 feet below the surface, so does the stone come from elsewhere or is there a quarry somewhere near? If it’s made of wood, you need to decide how much deforestation has happened, and whether the wood comes from local sources or further out. If glass, who’s making the glass? These kinds of details will begin to build your backdrop–your actual world. Of course, there are a thousand little details, but you can at least begin your basic world configuration this way.

When you grow out, you imagine the region–the environment–and then build the city from that information.

Another way to gain information is to do the opposite. Let’s say you grow out your mental image and you see cliffs and sand dunes? From that, you can begin to research housing and living styles in the desert. Maybe a bit of exploration into cliff-dwelling pueblo peoples is in order, or some research into the mud cities in Ghana, or extensive tents.

Environments all come with their own sets of materials that you need to pay strict attention to. Understand and research the type of zone you’ve imagined so you can better research how to live there. You can’t just imagine a building and decide to put it in a place where the materials used to make that building aren’t available unless you’ve built in how those materials ended up there. Whether you decide on an intensive trade route to get what you want there to make your vision possible or you scrap the idea, you must be willing to tweak the mental image developed in the growing out process to be logical. Only through that logic, those ties to the understandable, will a convincing world be achievable.

Next up: Growing out who?

Geometric Pond Ice in South Oregon. This occurs because of undisturbed slow freezing. The lake was kept just at or slightly below the freezing point for a significant amount of time. The center of each triangle is a nucleation site. The slower it cools the larger each one can grow before more nucleation sites form. 

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