Some Art And Maps Of A Game I’m Running In Mothership For My Online Friends. The Premise Is That The

I think it would be funny to take two distinctly different book genres that happen to be set at the same time and just have them both happen in the same story. Hell, make them antagonistic to each other, you've got one set of protagonists over here and another set there, whatever happens on their turf works by their genre logic, and vice versa.

Like imagine you're reading a Jane Austen style sensibility realism about the british landowning gentry who are very delicate and polite with each other but consider abject poverty to mean only having two maids and one horse carriage. The protagonist is pleading her father to please reconsider his oath to never forgive some duke over an imagined slight in a starkly worded letter, before he brings ruin to the entire family over his own stubborn pride. If her brother won't come back from his service in the navy, the duke is their only hope. Her father insists that he will, his son is his the favourite child and if anything ever happened to him, then he would simply die from grief on the spot because he would no longer have anything worth living for. The protagonist is unsure whether it didn't cross her father's mind that by saying this he would imply that she is worth nothing to him, or whether he said that intentionally and simply does not care that it hurt her. She does not ask, and instead goes to her room to write a 15-page letter to her closest most beloved bosom friend.

Then it cuts to halfway across the world right into a rowdy romantic pirate adventure, right in the middle of a swashbuckling battle at sea. This time there's no time for long introductions of family backgrounds and scenic high detail descriptions of their respective estates, one of the ships is on fire and whichever side manages to get control of the other ship will live. Battle for survival alone at this point. Shit's pure tits up chaos. The other protagonist, a pirate, shows up on the scene, and in their introductory sentence stabs the aforementioned brother through the throat.

fun fact!! it turns out that now when u make a new blog, tumblr forces you to follow 3-4 people before you can change your icon or modify your blog in any way!! this, of course, means that, yes, some of the "potential bots" many of us have been automatically blocking could have possibly been genuine new users who were only just seconds in to having an account!!! tumblr is literally screwing new users over!!!!

There are many really specific types of worldbuilding I wish we had a name for just so I can search for it more effectively. For instance, when people make alien psychologies for their aliens or come up with alternate human evolutions like what the novel Blindsight does with its vampires. 

Current map from a worldbuilding project I’m working on called Theia. I updated some of the borders and countries, so one of the continents will look drastically different, but places like Avalon are untouched. 

the tumblr experience is that you're flirting with a local trans girl for a week or two and are just about to schedule a date except then her blog gets nuked before you can add each other on discord and then the broken tumblr search makes it impossible to find her new blog

anyway uhh mae if you see this hiiiiiii 👉👈 i still really wanna go to the reptile zoo with youuuu

Can we appreciate the fact that there’s an extreme sport known as “Extreme Ironing”? 

Like basically people take ironing boards to crazy locations and iron their shirts

There are no limits to what these people will do 

“Hell yeah I’m an athlete" 

You thought you’ve seen it all huh? Well, there’s more.

Oh, don’t mind me, just ironing some shirts

These people will always find time, no matter what

Oh and my favorite

i’m so pissed that civilization VI looks like it’s going to be a really good and vastly improved game because now i don’t have a reason to just keep playing V :(

These fucking essays I have to write for my animation bachelors degree man

If you're writing a story and a voice in your head says 'maybe this is too much fucked up mad science, you should dial back the fucked up mad science', that is the devil talking.