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Texas pumps up the “Texas is a big state” thing while Alaska is 4 times larger than Texas. Also because of the oil industry probably every single person in Alaska knows a complete asshole who moved up from Texas to get rich(er)
Texas pumps up the “Texas is a big state” thing while Alaska is 4 times larger than Texas. Also because of the oil industry probably every single person in Alaska knows a complete asshole who moved up from Texas to get rich(er)
Amatonormativity describes the way that (monogamous) marriage and romantic love are prioritized over other kinds of relationships. It’s particularly damaging to asexual and/or aromantic people and nonmonogamous people, whose primary relationships fall outside the bounds of socially acceptable marriage, though it impacts everyone as well.
The reason my above post is an example of amatonormativity is because it is often socially unacceptable to tell your friends you love them, especially between two men and between a man and a woman (toxic masculinity anyone?) Making saying the word “love” for the first time in a romantic relationship a special, significant moment elevates love to some kind of lofty, rare plane where only the most important person in your life gets to hear it. It restricts the range of loving people to only “serious” romantic relationships and devalues the importance and intimacy of platonic relationships.
Amatonormativity only benefits the people who profit politically, socially, and/or economically from the institution of monogamous marriage. This isn’t to say that marriage or romantic relationships are bad. Rather, it harms people by pressuring them into limiting their expression of love for non-romantic companions and enforcing rigid social hierarchies of in-groups and out-groups. It negatively affects people who either fall into those out-groups (non-amatonormativity-conforming people) or who are pressured into conforming to amatonormativity when they don’t want to.
The idea that someone can “prematurely drop the L-word” in a relationship is absurd. Like, I’d never get into a relationship with someone without having already told them I love them. If someone’s important enough to me that I’d date them, then I already love them, and I owe it to them to let them know long before anything is made official beyond us being friends. Ridiculous.
sorry lovelies, i once again didn’t finish my snippet for saturday. so, i’m just gonna do what i did last week and post some dialogue that i had typed out.
Ma’kara: Muz-Lari, Ma’kara has a question for you.
Muz-Lari: What is it?
Ma’kara: She wants to know your thoughts about this Bikhai character.
Muz-Lari: cocked her head. Why? Are you interested?
Ma’kara: No! No. It’s not that. Ma’kara can see those two down there and she has no wish to interfere. It’s just…there’s something about Bikhai. The way he carries himself, the way he speaks. There’s….a sadness in him that’s familiar to Ma'kara. So, she wanted to hear your thoughts about him.
Muz-Lari: Ko'va probably has a…better? No, more informed opinion than me.
Ma’kara: Khajiit would hope so with how close they are. And you haven’t answered Ma'kara’s question. It’s alright if you don’t want to. Like this one said, she was only curious.
Sure, having a king/queen is simple, but have you ever tried:
Multiple nobles and they all have the same amount of power (lot of conflict potential)
You can become ruler by defeating the current ruler in a fight
The merchants run everything
A noble and a parliament rule
The most intelligent people rule
There are thousands of possibilities, be creative!
Older post, but I highly encourage it! Try out the weirdest stuff! Try things you think would never work in the real world because this is your world and if you say (insert political system believed to not work) works then it does
Here’s a list of Society and Government types I’ve stolen directly from the worldbuilding section of some rulebooks:
Anarchy: the social conscience maintains order, but there are no laws
Athenian Democracy: Every citizen can vote on every new law
Representative Democracy: Elected representatives form a congress or government
Clan: Pretty much whoever is older is in charge, traditions are strongly adhered to, and society as a whole is split cross many tribes that are generally similar (and usually allied) but with their own quirks and traditions
Caste: A lot like a Clan structure, but each clan has a set role in society that usually renders them co-dependent. These Castes usually follow a social heirarchy
Dictatorship: One person controls everything, and they will later pass the right to rule to someone else, whether by inheritance, election, duelling, or some other method. Not all dictatorships are bad, especially if they are formed in times of crisis or rebellion, but even those started with the best intentions may quickly corrupt.
Plutocracy: Whoever has money is in charge.
Technocracy: A group of scientists and engineers have complete control and do everything they can to run the country at maximum efficiency. The more competent they are, the more likely this is to be viewed as a good thing.
Thaumocracy: Like a technocracy, but run by a science-like form of magic (like wizards and arcanists rather than shamans and witches)
Theocracy: The Church controls everything, and their religious law is civil law. Whether this religion is real, is fake but knows it, or believes its own lies is up to you.
Corporate State: Powerful mercantile organisations have taken control of entire regions. This is a lot like a Technocracy, but with a corporate structure and a focus on maximum profitability (and no-one else is going to set them a minimum wage)
Feudal: A lot like a dictatorship, but subsidiary lords are assigned their own local power and can enforce their own law without notifying the larger state.
Bureaucracy: Government runs very slowly and the public has effectively no control. There is a lot of red tape and taxation is high.
Colony: Government is dependent on a mother society
Cybercracy: A computer system is the state administrator. Hopefully the programmers did a good job…
Matriarchy: Positions of authority are female-exclusive.
Meritocracy: Positions of authority require rigorous testing to qualify for.
Military Government: The Military control everything, usually but not always totalitarian
Monarchy: The person in charge may call themselves king or queen, but fundamentally this is either a dictatorship or a feudal society.
Oligarchy: A small organisation is in control, and it elects its own members.
Patriarchy: like a matriarchy, but for guys. what a novel idea
Sanctuary: A society that protects the people other societies hunt (that may be considered criminals or terrorists by other nations)
Socialist: The government directly manages the economy, education is easy to get, the government intervenes to get everyone possible a job. This is likely to collapse quickly without good technology or magic to assist it.
Subjugated: The society as a whole is completely controlled by an outside force.
Utopia: A perfect society where everyone is satisfied and nothing sinister is happening behind the scenes we swear.
We have long speculated how Melon grew up and what his family were like since his dad is a gazelle and his mother a leopard.
At first, Melon’s childhood seemed kinda nice… possibly too nice.
Despite Melon and his mom living in a tiny apartment as well as being social outcasts due to Melon’s parents being a cross-species marriage, Melon’s mom did all she could to make their apartment seem like a tiny dream castle.
Which is part of why Melon’s childhood was super creepy.
Melon felt like he was in a play where their apartment was the stage of the idyllic story about a mother and child. They did not talk much, but Melon’s mom would always smile at him like this:
Melon’s mom would never leave the apartment, telling her son that their neighbors were not very kind. Something Melon knew was true since he overheard said neighbors talk about the crazy leopard lady who married a gazelle who was now missing.
Melon’s mom never talked about his dad who he had never known, and Melon never asked where he was.
So it is not so weird if Melon was a bit twisted to begin with. He got bullied in school for his weird genes, but what really bothered him was how much he wanted to kill them.
But he didn’t do it for the simple reason that he was unsure how his mom would react. Not even that he did not want to upset her, he had NO IDEA how she would react, so he did nothing.
Melon always felt like he had no idea what kind of animal his mom was. He was sure that she loved him, but the fairy tale world she had created in their apartment required that they never spoke their mind.
Until the day Melon was asked by his teacher to find out the origin of his name, being told that naming a child was the first act of love a parent.
Asking that question opened up Pandora’s Box. Melon’s mom looked at him for the first time with her true face, not her sweet-and-nice-meme one:
And it get’s worse, since her explaining the origin of Melon’s name is SUPER twisted:
“Melons are not fruits nor vegetables. But they still taste good. You are not a carnivore nor an herbivore. But I still want you to live a life that’s as sweet as melons.“
That was the first time Melon’s mom talked about him being a hybrid. But not only did she do it with the face of a meat eater, she sugarcoated his life. she made light of his situation as a mixed-gene animal who had a though life to look forward to. She wouldn’t accept his reality that she was to blame for by simply having had a child with a gazelle.
Melon got so frustrated that he attacked his mom with her flat-iron, finally telling her about how frustrating and unfair his life was.
AND it got worse:
Not only did Melon’s mom admit that she ate the gazelle that was Melon’s dad, she even stated that the reason to why she loved Melon was because he reminded her about how delicious her husband was
So Melon snapped and murdered his mother.
But not only that, he had learned enough from his mom to know how to get out of such situations without consequences.
Melon called the police, claimed that robbers killed his mom, and then gave the police the nice face his mom always made, the one that made Melon trust his mama till the day she had dropped her mask. And it worked even better for him since he is a gazelle, and the police in this world always assumes that herbivores are innocent. That has always been Melon’s greatest strength: To look nice and appear harmless when he is anything but that.
Not long after that, he killed his classmates and got away with it by smiling and looking like a gazelle.
-You knew this voice, it was the one of your best friend, Bill. You remember when you first met him, he was one hell of a jock.
-He loved to tease you about pretty much everything, to your occasionnal clumsiness to your “smell that reeks of virginity”.
-Despite his attitude he actually had a soft spot for you, since you had a thing for witty and rather audacious comebacks.
-And that’s how you became his best friend. As he called you again, you bolted to find him.
-And there he was, with his backpack, looking for you.
-Since he had his back turned, you tried to sneak behind and scare him.
-And you would have managed to, if it wasn’t for him suddenly turning back and holding your arms.
-“Gotcha ! You though you could scare me, huh ? Come on (Y/n), you know I can smell your virginity a mile away.” He laughed at his own dumb joke.
-And so you pondered again about this, but it took one whole week to decide. Although Bill wasn’t better…
-“Yeah yeah I know. But hey, at least I don’t let myself get stuffed like a turkey in the black market. Unlike some.” You did think of someone when you said that, but who ? One could only guess.
-You two shared a laugh before going out. And 15 minutes later, you were in the fast-food not far from the school.
-As Bill put his plate at your right, you still ate your fries absent-mindledly while talking with Legosi, Tao and Aoba. When he finally spoke, that was already about his sex life and the like.
-That is, until he suddenly wrapped his arm around your shoulders, and said in the most smug way possible…
-“So (Y/n), when are you going to lose your virginity ? You should find someone, y'know.”
-There were moments were you laughed it off, but when it was in public, you’d just want to slap him for that. He’s no better than you, and was single like a pringle ! At least for now.
-And you prayed to god to give you patience. If he gave you strenght, Bill would be slapped to another dimension.
-Even then, he would only hold your arms to stop you. Strong, striped arms holding yours, that sounded nice…wait what ?
-“What the hell am I thinking ?” You said to yourself. Fortunately, no one heard it, and the day was just like any other.
-Although, the fact that you thought of such thing prevented you to sleep. And when you did, the dream you had only made your doubts worse.
-It was straight out of a cliché love story. Bill admitting his love to you, a flustered “Bill” coming out of your mouth and his face to get closer and closer to kiss you… That is, if you weren’t woken up by your dorm roommate.
-During class, you also pondered about it. Was it just your imagination running wild or did it have any meaning, as if it was some kind of prophecy ?
-“(Y/n), can I see what the teacher wrote ?” You turned to your left to see who was talking. It was Tem, the softest fellow around the town as you liked to nickname him.
-“Uh, yeah here it is.” You handed him your notebook. You seemed a little air-headed this morning, and he felt that, as he asked if you slept well.
-“No not really.” You answered back. “Did you have a bad dream ?” He asked. Should you tell him or not ?
-“Well…” And you went on explaining what was it all about and the eventual fears you had about it.
-Tem didn’t know what to tell you, except that, yes, you’re having a crush on Bill. He said that the same happened when he was in love with Els.
-So now you had two choices, either move on and let Bill be with someone else, or have some guts and at least tell him how you feel for him.
-Best friends you were, even more you became.
-“Seriously Bill, you’re crushing on (Y/n) ?” Tao said to his friend. “And what can I do about it ?” Bill said back.
-“Well…you shouldn’t sleep with every girl of the school anymore.” “Yeah thank you for that captain obvious.” Bill mockingly said. Of course he knew that, he wasn’t dumb.
-“But still, what do you like about (Y/n) ? Apart from the physique.” Aoba asked him.
-Bill sighed at this. He knew what he liked about you, but he never felt that kind of thing before, so he didn’t knew why.
-“I don’t know…the personnality and…the clumsiness ? It’s like I want to hold (Y/n) close to me and…” He couldn’t even finish.
-“And you don’t know what to do, right ?” Kibi said. Tao quickly responded by saying that he should tell you.
-And so Bill waited for the right moment to tell you. He waited for a looooooong time (actually for about two days but still).
-It was in the drama club that everything happened. Somehow, you were allowed to come for the rehearsal.
-The pelican dude told you it was because Bill had something to tell you. “This is it (Y/n), it’s now or never, it’s now that you’ll admit your love to Bill.” You gave yourself a pep talk in your mind.
-That is, until you bumped into someone. And guess what, it was Bill whom you just pushed with your inattention.
-“(Y/n) ? What are you doing here ?” Bill looked at you with genuine surprise. Why would he be surprised if you…wait, aren’t you two in the changing room ? Y'know, the one where the actors put their costumes.
-You saw Bill, almost half-naked if not for the bandages around his chest and his cape. You quickly covered your eyes with your own hand and tried to exit.
-“Uh… Imma go out and wait a little… If that’s alright, sorry.” Your words quickly turned into complete gibberish as you ankwardly made your way to get out.
-But being the flustered mess you were, you didn’t watch your step and tripped. Bill was quick to help you get back up, but the look he gave you… It wasn’t one of amusement like usual, but one that radiated of true, sincere compassion.
-“Bill…” You could only said his name as he gently held you. “So uh…you’re probably wondering why I wanted you to come.” You could only nod.
-“And…I don’t know how you’ll take it but…” Before he continued, he sat on a nearby chair. “…I love you, (Y/n).”
-Silence followed for a good ten seconds. So that’s it, he loves you ? The thought of that made you smile, and even tear up a little.
-You approached him, getting closer and closer until you sat on his lap and hugged him. “So you love me too ?” You said, clutching him closer.
-And again, you had another idea in your mind. Should you kiss him, would he let you do that ? You decided to play safe and not do it.
-Bill carefully wiped your tears away as you looked at him. “Come on (Y/n), you don’t have to cry.” He said while pulling you close to him.
-You two stayed like that for 5 minutes. As in, until Louis wanted him to come. Not only you saw him play, but you had the chance to go to the cinema just after, since it was the last day.
idk if anyone will find this useful, but this is how i go about planning my stories. i mostly write fantasy, so that’s what this is most applicable to. but it could work with other genres too.
so there’s three major components to a story: the characters, the plot, and the world. creating them individually is the easy part, but they all connect and affect each other in different ways. (like you can’t have a character who loves peaches and eats them every day if they live a peasant in a region that doesn’t grow peaches, for example.)
so i created a cheat sheet to help connect all three components together.
1) the world creates the characters.
this is related to the peach example above. the characters should be a direct result of the environment they grew up in and the environment they currently live in.
2) the characters are limited by the world.
also related to the peaches. characters can’t do anything outside of what the rules of their surroundings and universe allow, such as eating peaches when they’re not available. this also applies for magic users. they can’t have unlimited magic, so keep in mind what you want out of both the characters and the world when creating magic systems.
3) the characters carry the plot.
we’ve all heard it before: “bad characters can’t carry a good plot. good characters can carry a bad plot.” but we all like a good plot anyway. try to make sure you’re not giving your characters too heavy or too light of a plot to carry.
4) the plot pushes the characters.
if nothing in the plot happens, your characters will remain static forever. if you struggle with plots, try starting with what character development you want to happen, then go from there.
5) the plot depends on the world.
you can’t overthrow the evil government if there isn’t one. think of what your world needs most and what your plot is centered around, and fit those two together.
6) the world is changed by the plot.
even if your plot is centered around something most of your world would call “insignificant”, the world will still experience some change from the plot. either the evil government will be gone, or maybe that one teacher is now way more careful about keeping an eye on the test key. either way, the world will be different from now on.
final note: usually people will be able to write one or two of the components with ease, but don’t know where to go from there. i personally can’t write plots, but thinking this way has really helped me actually make a story out of the world and characters because i looked at what i needed from what i had. i really hope this can help you too! happy writing!
tl;dr this is a cheat sheet to help anyone who struggles with writing one or two of what i consider the three major components to a story.
Someone asked me a question, and they wished to be anonymous.
To anyone who has questions, remember that there is an ask box under the blog’s title and you can ask me anything you like:)
Anyways, the person had a question about Melon:
“Ok maybe you can clear up this question I have: Why do you think Melon views predation as something akin to romance? I get, Legosi felt mixed at first about whether he liked Haru or just wanted to eat her, but Melons views confuse the hell out of me. Especially when he stabs himself and says his heart hurts right after Haru tells him she had a boyfriend. It’s not like he’s attracted to her in any other way, so I never understood why he said he was heartbroken. Though, he didn’t seem to understand why he felt that way either lol.”
Alright, short answer:
He is a sick fuck. He doesn’t feel like a normal person.
Melon is sick in so many ways beside the fact that he can’t taste. He is mentally unstable, he grew up facing a ton of abuse from the rest of the world because of his mixed genes and he has the desire to kill and eat animals like most carnivores, but the actual eating process means nothing to him due to lack of taste. So he simply does it for the sake of the kill as well as having a naive hope he will eventually taste SOMETHING.
To live with himself, he has a really warped idea about what it means to be a carnivore. It is perverse, even by the lion mobster’s standards. And he wants everyone else to follow his sick idealism of life, most likely because he does not wish to be alone.
So since murder is so important to Melon, it becomes a fetish of a sort. He thinks it is important to have Haru for himself, so even though he plans on ending her life, he still doesn’t want to “share” her with someone else.
Question: Wait, what happened to my least favorite pseudo-intellectual?
Jordan J.P. “The Jeep” Peterson had a stress-induced mental breakdown, got addicted to benzos, got kidnapped by his daughter and spirited off to a sketchy-as-hell detox clinic in Russia, and went into an induced coma. Currently, he’s up and about (so to speak) but can no longer work and will probably be dead very soon.
Somehow, his diet of unseasoned beef and bourbon failed to prevent this.