Through The Living Star She/Her Posted March 22 Posted March 22 1 minute ago, Through The Living Girl said: You can always do both :3 That's what I'm doing now lol Hmmm yes. Multitasking is smart. Except to do it you would have to be smart, and I'm not, so looks like it's just living on the Shard 24/7 for me. (Because why would I need sleep when I can read books and talk about said books all the time)
Usseewa ✾ She♡Her ✾ Posted March 22 Posted March 22 Just now, Through The Living Star said: Hmmm yes. Multitasking is smart. Except to do it you would have to be smart, and I'm not, so looks like it's just living on the Shard 24/7 for me. (Because why would I need sleep when I can read books and talk about said books all the time) Hehe Idk if this even counts as multitasking, but yeah.. More like: *does HW for a minute* *checks shard* *goes back to HW for 5 seconds* *checks shard* *gets notification* *responds* etc. Hehe what's sleep 1
Through The Living Star She/Her Posted March 22 Posted March 22 1 minute ago, Through The Living Girl said: Hehe Idk if this even counts as multitasking, but yeah.. More like: *does HW for a minute* *checks shard* *goes back to HW for 5 seconds* *checks shard* *gets notification* *responds* etc. Hehe what's sleep *Checks Shard for a minute* *works on short story collection* *checks shard* *reads paragraph in book* *checks shard* *gets notification* *responds* *repeat* Ah, sleep... I did that mythical thing once. It was so very long ago, I've nearly forgotten it. Tell me, do people still do that, or is it just my dreamy recollection? (Bonus points if you get the reference!) 1
Usseewa ✾ She♡Her ✾ Posted March 22 Posted March 22 Just now, Through The Living Star said: *Checks Shard for a minute* *works on short story collection* *checks shard* *reads paragraph in book* *checks shard* *gets notification* *responds* *repeat* Ah, sleep... I did that mythical thing once. It was so very long ago, I've nearly forgotten it. Tell me, do people still do that, or is it just my dreamy recollection? (Bonus points if you get the reference!) Hehe yeah You a writer? I am too, but mostly short stuff and poetry. Unfortunately I don't get the reference... sigh... Sleep? Eh whatever. Eat? Eh whatever. Drink? Eh I guess, since it's easier.
Through The Living Star She/Her Posted March 22 Posted March 22 Just now, Through The Living Girl said: Hehe yeah You a writer? I am too, but mostly short stuff and poetry. Unfortunately I don't get the reference... sigh... Sleep? Eh whatever. Eat? Eh whatever. Drink? Eh I guess, since it's easier. Yes, I love writing. Honestly the stuff I've written recently is either really bad/cringe, really creepy and dark, or really depressing. It from Shallan's quote in Way of Kings: "Ah, the outdoors," Shallan said. "I visited that mythical place once. It was so very long ago, I've nearly forgotten it. Tell me, does the sun still shine, or is that just my dreamy recollection?"" (Though to be fair it was pretty obscure and I changed some words around) 1
Usseewa ✾ She♡Her ✾ Posted March 22 Posted March 22 Just now, Through The Living Star said: Yes, I love writing. Honestly the stuff I've written recently is either really bad/cringe, really creepy and dark, or really depressing. It from Shallan's quote in Way of Kings: "Ah, the outdoors," Shallan said. "I visited that mythical place once. It was so very long ago, I've nearly forgotten it. Tell me, does the sun still shine, or is that just my dreamy recollection?"" (Though to be fair it was pretty obscure and I changed some words around) Hehe Lots of my stuff is depressing I made some ... questionable things too. Ah, cool. Shallan's my favorite character hehe. You should post your writing here if you're comfortable with that.
Through The Living Star She/Her Posted March 22 Posted March 22 Just now, Through The Living Girl said: Hehe Lots of my stuff is depressing I made some ... questionable things too. Ah, cool. Shallan's my favorite character hehe. You should post your writing here if you're comfortable with that. Uh sure, why not? This is Do You Know What It's Like, my really depressing attempt at poetry, all based on real events (though a little exaggerated, as emotions tend to do that). Spoiler Do You Know What It’s Like An attempt at poetry Do you know what it’s like To sit alone at lunch every day for three years Do you know what it’s like To be lonely, even in a crowd Do you know what it’s like To pray every day for a single friend who won’t leave you like the rest have Do you know what it’s like To not be able to remember the last time you received a genuine compliment from one of your family members Do you know what it’s like To wish you were invisible because that would be better than the apathy Do you know what it’s like To spend so long being down that you don’t remember what it’s like to be up Do you know what it’s like To wonder if anyone would notice if you left Do you know what it’s like To be shamed for doing the things you love Do you know what it’s like To smile as your world comes crashing down Do you know what it’s like To fail at the one thing you were told you were good at Do you know what it’s like To be expected to spread hope even as the world only gives you hate Do you know what it’s like To wish you could say you were okay without it being a lie Do you know what it’s like To be talked about behind your back Do you know what it’s like To wonder if anyone cares Do you know what it’s like To have everything you do never be good enough because you are the one who did it. Do you know what it’s like To be me? And this is Nightmares. It's pretty decent, but not quite how I want it to be. I guess I'll see if you guys like it or not and go from there. Spoiler The nightmare always began with darkness. An all encompassing void that swallowed life. Then, a flickering, unsteady light that cast looming shadows across the ground. That was when the man was supposed to run. He always knew what he was supposed to do; like some kind of strange innate instructions in his head. Whenever he tried to fight it, she took control, moving him here and there. So he ran. Better to run and maintain some sense of control than to place himself in her hands. He tore through the dense woods, shoving aside branches and underbrush that tore at him, creating angry red lines across his skin. Part of him wanted to stop running, to fight against her, to not give them what they wanted. He quieted that part of him quickly. She was in control, and she was the only one. He had no choice. That was, at least, the lie he told himself. He knew what was coming next- what always came next. A root snared his foot and he teetered for a moment before losing his balance and tumbling over the edge of a cliff. He slammed into walls and edges, not even obtaining a brief respite during the fall. As he hurtled towards the ground, he braced himself. He knew when he was going to hit- the nightmare always brightened a little when he neared the ground, as if taunting him with the inevitable. The man hit the ground with a dull smack, lights flashing across his vision. He groaned with the pain, which didn’t fade. It never did. Rather, it remained with him. An ever constant, unwanted companion. “GIVE. IN.” The voice said, resounding around him. “N-never,” the man wheezed. They were angry, he could tell. They wanted him to give in. Slowly, his sight cleared, and he forced himself to his feet. The fact that the nightmare hadn’t ended yet was indication enough that something horrible was going to happen. They also hadn’t taken control yet, so he knew it was coming to him. He spun in a short, awkward circle, favoring his left leg. He could hear his heart pounding as he searched the darkness for what was to come. As he turned his back to the forest- the one that appeared in the place of the cliff; another proof that she was in control- something leapt at him. He fought back wildly, squeezing his eyes shut and flailing around pointlessly. The thing, whatever it was, fell still. He peeked out one eye, then the other. A few scratches had appeared on him, one in particular on his forehead that dripped blood into his eye. He found a pitch-black figure laying on the ground, seemingly dead. Had he won? He couldn’t have, could he? He moved closer to the figure, curious about who- or what- it was. Just then, an angry cry echoed from the forest. Thousands upon thousands of these black creatures charged at him, surrounding him. A few grabbed his limbs and heaved him up. The man tried to fight. He was a fighter, wasn’t he? He was… He was… tired. He was so tired. He just wanted the nightmares to end, but if they ended that meant she won, and he couldn’t let that happen. He couldn’t. People depended on him. The figures held him in the middle of a flickering, candle-lit circle. GIVE. IN. FOOL. The voice said again. The figures surrounding the man fidgeted anxiously. He could see how anxious they were for a fight. He wanted to give in. Oh, how he wanted to rest. But he couldn’t. He wouldn’t. “N-n-never,” he coughed, his chest constricting with each breath. So the figures began to pull. There were four of them- one gripping each limb. They pulled and pulled and when pain overwhelmed him and things had begun to tear, they took another approach. Each figure among the watching audience was given a knife. They then, in turn, came to strike at him. Hit. The pain was a fog, a fuzzy haze that made it hard to think. But he could still remember why he fought. Why he still tried. Hit. He wanted it to end. They had barely started and already the pain threatened to overwhelm him. Hit. He was fighting. He was- Hit. He was fighting. He- Hit. He was fighting- Hit. He was- Hit. He- Hit. Hit. Hit. Hit. Hit. The man collapsed under the pain, wilting under it. He just. Wanted. It. To. End. And it did, for a moment. GIVE IN! The voice cried once more. The man wanted to. Oh, he wanted to. He quite nearly did. But as he opened his mouth to speak, a thought came to him. This isn’t real. He paused. This isn’t real. This blood spilling from me isn’t real. This pain, as real as it seems, isn’t real. He quivered, steeling himself. “Y-you’ve g-g-g-g… g-g-got t-t-t-t-to d-d-do b-b-b-b-e-e-e-tter th-th-than that-t-t-t.” Speaking was hard. He coughed out blood with each wheezing breath, refusing to give in. So the people kept stabbing. And he had to ask himself. If all I know anymore is the nightmare, at what point does it become my reality? At what point does it become real? “W-w-when I l-let it-t-t,” the man gasped, needing to hear it out loud. The figures didn’t like it, and the stabs turned harsher, if that was possible. But the man was fine, now. He could withstand the pain… right? The figures, growing frustrated with his inaction, stopped stabbing him. Instead, they tied his feet together, as well as his hands, and tied a heavy rock to the rope holding his hands together. Then, heaving him over their shoulders, they began to carry him into the forest. The trees seemed to tower over him, enhancing the panic he felt as he strained to see where they were going. Before long, the rhythmic sway of their walk made the man drowsy, and he started to close his eyes. He was so tired… The figures heaved him up over their heads, and the man thrashed. They had reached their destination, it seemed. The man peered out, stretching his neck out as far as it would go. From what he could see, they were at a morbidly still pond that seemed to stretch on for miles. Oh, no. No, no, nononononono. He could see what they were planning, and he wanted to fight it, but each movement sent a flood of pain through him, stopping him from doing much. With a mighty heave, the pitch-black figures tossed him into the pond. The man fought like he had never fought before in the nightmares, each movement sending a wave of nausea through him. His head broke the surface for a moment and he gasped for air, but it wasn’t long before the rock began dragging him down. His hands clawed through the water desperately, creating tiny streams of bubbles that followed the ones coming from his nose, drifting languidly towards the surface, their casual pace seeming to mock him. Down, down, down he fell, his lungs already beginning to burn. The light from the surface flickered and faded all too quickly- another lovely addition from her. When finally he couldn’t hold his breath anymore, he inhaled- or tried to, as much as he could in the water- and waited as pain exploded in him. As his eyes rimmed with red, her face appeared in the water, forcing her to the center of his misery. And he understood. Each portion was a terror, a nightmare, so he could finally. Be. Broken. With that realization, and with the pain threatening to force him to unconsciousness, the man jolted awake. He was laying in the middle of a plain white room. His head throbbed painfully, though it was nothing compared to the pain of the nightmare, so he considered it a welcome release. He closed his eyes and tried to reach his hand up to massage his temples, but his hand stopped short. What? He glanced downward and found that his arms and legs were bound down to the bed. Ah, that’s right. They bound him to the bed during the nightmares, claiming it was to stop him from thrashing around and hurting himself. He saw through that lie. It was so he couldn’t run- not that he would be able to run should he have the chance. His ‘exercise’ these days consisted of walking to the restroom and back, if even that. Closing his eyes again, he braced for the discussion that would soon come. “Checklist.” “Patient 0-0-0-1. Did not give in to the treatment.” “He has been here for ten months.” “Is advised for more treatment.” “Very well.” That voice was the one the man wanted to hear. Hers. He cracked his eyes open and peered at her. She smiled, then patted him gently on the shoulder, the kindly, almost filial action hiding the malevolence of her intentions. “Are you ready to give in yet, POW 0-0-0-1? You’ve been here quite a long time.” “N-n-ne-ver,” the man hissed, the word coming easily to his lips. The woman hummed softly, grinning. “You know you’re losing, right? The war? Your tech just can’t compete with ours.” The man chose not to reply, instead straining to meet her eyes. “Very well,” the woman sighed, though her eyes gleamed gleefully. “Prepare the serum.” “No break?” The man asked, trying- and failing- once again to adjust his position. “No.” The man ached, but he couldn’t fight back. If only they knew what he had been through… “I never used to have nightmares,” he whispered, meeting her eyes. “Now they’re all about you.” The woman smiled, her blonde hair, which typically fell in soft curls past her shoulders, hiding her eyes. She accepted a glass bottle filled with a thick blue liquid from an assistant, as well as a large syringe. Slowly filling the syringe with the liquid, she leaned in, meeting his eyes. As she inserted the syringe into his arm and pressed the plunger, she whispered a curt reply. “I know.” And the nightmare began again. 2
Usseewa ✾ She♡Her ✾ Posted March 22 Posted March 22 2 minutes ago, Through The Living Star said: Uh sure, why not? This is Do You Know What It's Like, my really depressing attempt at poetry, all based on real events (though a little exaggerated, as emotions tend to do that). Hide contents Do You Know What It’s Like An attempt at poetry Do you know what it’s like To sit alone at lunch every day for three years Do you know what it’s like To be lonely, even in a crowd Do you know what it’s like To pray every day for a single friend who won’t leave you like the rest have Do you know what it’s like To not be able to remember the last time you received a genuine compliment from one of your family members Do you know what it’s like To wish you were invisible because that would be better than the apathy Do you know what it’s like To spend so long being down that you don’t remember what it’s like to be up Do you know what it’s like To wonder if anyone would notice if you left Do you know what it’s like To be shamed for doing the things you love Do you know what it’s like To smile as your world comes crashing down Do you know what it’s like To fail at the one thing you were told you were good at Do you know what it’s like To be expected to spread hope even as the world only gives you hate Do you know what it’s like To wish you could say you were okay without it being a lie Do you know what it’s like To be talked about behind your back Do you know what it’s like To wonder if anyone cares Do you know what it’s like To have everything you do never be good enough because you are the one who did it. Do you know what it’s like To be me? And this is Nightmares. It's pretty decent, but not quite how I want it to be. I guess I'll see if you guys like it or not and go from there. Reveal hidden contents The nightmare always began with darkness. An all encompassing void that swallowed life. Then, a flickering, unsteady light that cast looming shadows across the ground. That was when the man was supposed to run. He always knew what he was supposed to do; like some kind of strange innate instructions in his head. Whenever he tried to fight it, she took control, moving him here and there. So he ran. Better to run and maintain some sense of control than to place himself in her hands. He tore through the dense woods, shoving aside branches and underbrush that tore at him, creating angry red lines across his skin. Part of him wanted to stop running, to fight against her, to not give them what they wanted. He quieted that part of him quickly. She was in control, and she was the only one. He had no choice. That was, at least, the lie he told himself. He knew what was coming next- what always came next. A root snared his foot and he teetered for a moment before losing his balance and tumbling over the edge of a cliff. He slammed into walls and edges, not even obtaining a brief respite during the fall. As he hurtled towards the ground, he braced himself. He knew when he was going to hit- the nightmare always brightened a little when he neared the ground, as if taunting him with the inevitable. The man hit the ground with a dull smack, lights flashing across his vision. He groaned with the pain, which didn’t fade. It never did. Rather, it remained with him. An ever constant, unwanted companion. “GIVE. IN.” The voice said, resounding around him. “N-never,” the man wheezed. They were angry, he could tell. They wanted him to give in. Slowly, his sight cleared, and he forced himself to his feet. The fact that the nightmare hadn’t ended yet was indication enough that something horrible was going to happen. They also hadn’t taken control yet, so he knew it was coming to him. He spun in a short, awkward circle, favoring his left leg. He could hear his heart pounding as he searched the darkness for what was to come. As he turned his back to the forest- the one that appeared in the place of the cliff; another proof that she was in control- something leapt at him. He fought back wildly, squeezing his eyes shut and flailing around pointlessly. The thing, whatever it was, fell still. He peeked out one eye, then the other. A few scratches had appeared on him, one in particular on his forehead that dripped blood into his eye. He found a pitch-black figure laying on the ground, seemingly dead. Had he won? He couldn’t have, could he? He moved closer to the figure, curious about who- or what- it was. Just then, an angry cry echoed from the forest. Thousands upon thousands of these black creatures charged at him, surrounding him. A few grabbed his limbs and heaved him up. The man tried to fight. He was a fighter, wasn’t he? He was… He was… tired. He was so tired. He just wanted the nightmares to end, but if they ended that meant she won, and he couldn’t let that happen. He couldn’t. People depended on him. The figures held him in the middle of a flickering, candle-lit circle. GIVE. IN. FOOL. The voice said again. The figures surrounding the man fidgeted anxiously. He could see how anxious they were for a fight. He wanted to give in. Oh, how he wanted to rest. But he couldn’t. He wouldn’t. “N-n-never,” he coughed, his chest constricting with each breath. So the figures began to pull. There were four of them- one gripping each limb. They pulled and pulled and when pain overwhelmed him and things had begun to tear, they took another approach. Each figure among the watching audience was given a knife. They then, in turn, came to strike at him. Hit. The pain was a fog, a fuzzy haze that made it hard to think. But he could still remember why he fought. Why he still tried. Hit. He wanted it to end. They had barely started and already the pain threatened to overwhelm him. Hit. He was fighting. He was- Hit. He was fighting. He- Hit. He was fighting- Hit. He was- Hit. He- Hit. Hit. Hit. Hit. Hit. The man collapsed under the pain, wilting under it. He just. Wanted. It. To. End. And it did, for a moment. GIVE IN! The voice cried once more. The man wanted to. Oh, he wanted to. He quite nearly did. But as he opened his mouth to speak, a thought came to him. This isn’t real. He paused. This isn’t real. This blood spilling from me isn’t real. This pain, as real as it seems, isn’t real. He quivered, steeling himself. “Y-you’ve g-g-g-g… g-g-got t-t-t-t-to d-d-do b-b-b-b-e-e-e-tter th-th-than that-t-t-t.” Speaking was hard. He coughed out blood with each wheezing breath, refusing to give in. So the people kept stabbing. And he had to ask himself. If all I know anymore is the nightmare, at what point does it become my reality? At what point does it become real? “W-w-when I l-let it-t-t,” the man gasped, needing to hear it out loud. The figures didn’t like it, and the stabs turned harsher, if that was possible. But the man was fine, now. He could withstand the pain… right? The figures, growing frustrated with his inaction, stopped stabbing him. Instead, they tied his feet together, as well as his hands, and tied a heavy rock to the rope holding his hands together. Then, heaving him over their shoulders, they began to carry him into the forest. The trees seemed to tower over him, enhancing the panic he felt as he strained to see where they were going. Before long, the rhythmic sway of their walk made the man drowsy, and he started to close his eyes. He was so tired… The figures heaved him up over their heads, and the man thrashed. They had reached their destination, it seemed. The man peered out, stretching his neck out as far as it would go. From what he could see, they were at a morbidly still pond that seemed to stretch on for miles. Oh, no. No, no, nononononono. He could see what they were planning, and he wanted to fight it, but each movement sent a flood of pain through him, stopping him from doing much. With a mighty heave, the pitch-black figures tossed him into the pond. The man fought like he had never fought before in the nightmares, each movement sending a wave of nausea through him. His head broke the surface for a moment and he gasped for air, but it wasn’t long before the rock began dragging him down. His hands clawed through the water desperately, creating tiny streams of bubbles that followed the ones coming from his nose, drifting languidly towards the surface, their casual pace seeming to mock him. Down, down, down he fell, his lungs already beginning to burn. The light from the surface flickered and faded all too quickly- another lovely addition from her. When finally he couldn’t hold his breath anymore, he inhaled- or tried to, as much as he could in the water- and waited as pain exploded in him. As his eyes rimmed with red, her face appeared in the water, forcing her to the center of his misery. And he understood. Each portion was a terror, a nightmare, so he could finally. Be. Broken. With that realization, and with the pain threatening to force him to unconsciousness, the man jolted awake. He was laying in the middle of a plain white room. His head throbbed painfully, though it was nothing compared to the pain of the nightmare, so he considered it a welcome release. He closed his eyes and tried to reach his hand up to massage his temples, but his hand stopped short. What? He glanced downward and found that his arms and legs were bound down to the bed. Ah, that’s right. They bound him to the bed during the nightmares, claiming it was to stop him from thrashing around and hurting himself. He saw through that lie. It was so he couldn’t run- not that he would be able to run should he have the chance. His ‘exercise’ these days consisted of walking to the restroom and back, if even that. Closing his eyes again, he braced for the discussion that would soon come. “Checklist.” “Patient 0-0-0-1. Did not give in to the treatment.” “He has been here for ten months.” “Is advised for more treatment.” “Very well.” That voice was the one the man wanted to hear. Hers. He cracked his eyes open and peered at her. She smiled, then patted him gently on the shoulder, the kindly, almost filial action hiding the malevolence of her intentions. “Are you ready to give in yet, POW 0-0-0-1? You’ve been here quite a long time.” “N-n-ne-ver,” the man hissed, the word coming easily to his lips. The woman hummed softly, grinning. “You know you’re losing, right? The war? Your tech just can’t compete with ours.” The man chose not to reply, instead straining to meet her eyes. “Very well,” the woman sighed, though her eyes gleamed gleefully. “Prepare the serum.” “No break?” The man asked, trying- and failing- once again to adjust his position. “No.” The man ached, but he couldn’t fight back. If only they knew what he had been through… “I never used to have nightmares,” he whispered, meeting her eyes. “Now they’re all about you.” The woman smiled, her blonde hair, which typically fell in soft curls past her shoulders, hiding her eyes. She accepted a glass bottle filled with a thick blue liquid from an assistant, as well as a large syringe. Slowly filling the syringe with the liquid, she leaned in, meeting his eyes. As she inserted the syringe into his arm and pressed the plunger, she whispered a curt reply. “I know.” And the nightmare began again. Unfortunately I do know what it's like... sigh It got better in the past few months (after I realized I was trans and started transitioning) but before that, for basically my whole life haha, I've known what many many of those things are like. Yay for shared depressionstuff! As for the nightmares one... it looks kinda long and I don't rlly have time to read it rn (since I'm "doing HW" rn)
Through The Living Star She/Her Posted March 22 Posted March 22 2 minutes ago, Through The Living Girl said: Unfortunately I do know what it's like... sigh It got better in the past few months (after I realized I was trans and started transitioning) but before that, for basically my whole life haha, I've known what many many of those things are like. Yay for shared depressionstuff! As for the nightmares one... it looks kinda long and I don't rlly have time to read it rn (since I'm "doing HW" rn) Yeah gotta love that depression. Yeah that's fair. It is decently long. (But also if that one is long you really don't want to see my FanFic of what would happen after WaT).
Usseewa ✾ She♡Her ✾ Posted March 22 Posted March 22 Just now, Through The Living Star said: Yeah gotta love that depression. Yeah that's fair. It is decently long. (But also if that one is long you really don't want to see my FanFic of what would happen after WaT). Yah lol I can't rlly write longer stuff but i started a fanfic that's kinda cringey a few months back (actually, two, but eh) yeah.. i don't really know what else to say about depression lol. also if you wanna look at my writing I can share the shard blog but whenver i share I feel like yk i'm just trying to get ppl to read it.. actually you would've seen it anyway whenever I post next yo what the veil, I think my youtube just updated
Through The Living Star She/Her Posted March 22 Posted March 22 1 minute ago, Through The Living Girl said: Yah lol I can't rlly write longer stuff but i started a fanfic that's kinda cringey a few months back (actually, two, but eh) yeah.. i don't really know what else to say about depression lol. also if you wanna look at my writing I can share the shard blog but whenver i share I feel like yk i'm just trying to get ppl to read it.. actually you would've seen it anyway whenever I post next Yeah my FanFic is totally cringe and I love it anyway. YES I DO WANT TO READ YOUR WRITING And there's a reason I was waiting to share any writing, but when you asked I said "what the heck, why not".
Aeoryi she/her Posted March 22 Posted March 22 I have left the through the living trend I'm sorry, but it feels wrong to continue
Usseewa ✾ She♡Her ✾ Posted March 22 Posted March 22 7 minutes ago, Through The Living Star said: Yeah my FanFic is totally cringe and I love it anyway. YES I DO WANT TO READ YOUR WRITING And there's a reason I was waiting to share any writing, but when you asked I said "what the heck, why not". Okay so here's the blog: https://www.17thshard.com/blogs/blog/213-microfiction-daily/ Some of the stories connect to one another or are sequels.. but you don't really needa worry about that much, especially for stuff from like february and this month. Though... I do have a big plot thing that some people know about.. hehe... so if you are more Invested in the lore and everything then I can give you more of a "reading order" lol, but you can just read some of the most recent ones. Though if you want to read everything, start from the beginning. Anyway enough blabbering. Oh yeah and my most recent one has at least two that are part twos from a few days before. Hehe Sorry if I made it like the Cosmere reading order lol
Shatter He/Him Posted March 22 Posted March 22 6 minutes ago, Aeoryi said: I have left the through the living trend I'm sorry, but it feels wrong to continue eyyy. Welcome to the ex-through the living club, i guess.
Usseewa ✾ She♡Her ✾ Posted March 22 Posted March 22 7 minutes ago, Aeoryi said: I have left the through the living trend I'm sorry, but it feels wrong to continue That was ur 8,000th post Also dw it's fine
Aeoryi she/her Posted March 22 Posted March 22 1 minute ago, Through The Living Girl said: That was ur 8,000th post Also dw it's fine Oh I can finally retire then 2 minutes ago, The Silverlight Historian said: eyyy. Welcome to the ex-through the living club, i guess.
Usseewa ✾ She♡Her ✾ Posted March 22 Posted March 22 Just now, Aeoryi said: Oh I can finally retire then heh... ...
Through The Living Star She/Her Posted March 22 Posted March 22 2 minutes ago, Through The Living Girl said: Okay so here's the blog: https://www.17thshard.com/blogs/blog/213-microfiction-daily/ Some of the stories connect to one another or are sequels.. but you don't really needa worry about that much, especially for stuff from like february and this month. Though... I do have a big plot thing that some people know about.. hehe... so if you are more Invested in the lore and everything then I can give you more of a "reading order" lol, but you can just read some of the most recent ones. Though if you want to read everything, start from the beginning. Anyway enough blabbering. Oh yeah and my most recent one has at least two that are part twos from a few days before. Hehe Sorry if I made it like the Cosmere reading order lol Uh, yes I want the lore. It looks like I have a lot of reading to be doing... I let you know how it goes when I finish it all. But from what I started reading (Which was only like a paragraph) it looks really good. No, no apologies here. I like long, drawn out books and stories. Why else would I like Stormlight Archives?
Aeoryi she/her Posted March 22 Posted March 22 1 minute ago, Through The Living Girl said: heh... ... The shard's so much less... active... Then it used to be. I remember every night at 10:00p there was this rp that we did... those were the days
Usseewa ✾ She♡Her ✾ Posted March 22 Posted March 22 (edited) 6 minutes ago, Through The Living Star said: Uh, yes I want the lore. It looks like I have a lot of reading to be doing... I let you know how it goes when I finish it all. But from what I started reading (Which was only like a paragraph) it looks really good. No, no apologies here. I like long, drawn out books and stories. Why else would I like Stormlight Archives? The table of contents (I have everything in one big document) takes up like 8 pages hehe. Not even double-spaced. Spoiler (I'm proud of this, even if others have written way more) Anyway uh yeah. Also.. there are entries that only have like one thing; not all are as prolific as the first few. Also.. I can't necessarily give away stuff, but like some stories are Connected in obvious ways (look for characters with the same name, or works with veryvery similar style/structure that also appear related.) There are also some stories that are less-obviously Connected, and then a bunch of stories that are, like, set in the same universe and Connected that you'll have to figure out and puzzle through. Heheheheh... In some of the recent entries this develops more. Also I put comments in like two or three of them. Those are canon. (You'll know them when you see them). Oh, I forgot to say thanks! Also a lot of the poems (but not all) are not really related, like they are just regular poems. Edited March 22 by Through The Living Girl
Verdance he/him Posted March 22 Posted March 22 3 minutes ago, Through The Living Girl said: The table of contents (I have everything in one big document) takes up like 8 pages hehe. Not even double-spaced. Reveal hidden contents (I'm proud of this, even if others have written way more) Anyway uh yeah. Also.. there are entries that only have like one thing; not all are as prolific as the first few. Also.. I can't necessarily give away stuff, but like some stories are Connected in obvious ways (look for characters with the same name, or works with veryvery similar style/structure that also appear related.) There are also some stories that are less-obviously Connected, and then a bunch of stories that are, like, set in the same universe and Connected that you'll have to figure out and puzzle through. Heheheheh... In some of the recent entries this develops more. Also I put comments in like two or three of them. Those are canon. (You'll know them when you see them). Oh, I forgot to say thanks! Also a lot of the poems (but not all) are not really related, like they are just regular poems. Oh yeah are you going to post a new MFD today?
Usseewa ✾ She♡Her ✾ Posted March 22 Posted March 22 Just now, Through The Living Grass said: Oh yeah are you going to post a new MFD today? Eh.. maybe..
Aeoryi she/her Posted March 22 Posted March 22 Just now, Through The Living Girl said: Eh.. maybe.. You should!!
Verdance he/him Posted March 22 Posted March 22 Just now, Through The Living Girl said: Eh.. maybe.. Ikr right i may have exhausted my creative energies for a while after the first couple of SoW’s tbh
Usseewa ✾ She♡Her ✾ Posted March 22 Posted March 22 Just now, Aeoryi said: You should!! do u read them? I guess I can post some backlog... But I'll see if I have time Sorry guys
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