Has Anyone Figured Out How Much Art You Need To Make To Make Your Mental Illness Go Away

I can also make shitty art and write shitty stories and commit numerous counts of plagiarism all without the environmental and moral implications and whatever, it’s a win-win

my mom’s childhood town

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10 Non-Lethal Injuries to Add Pain to Your Writing

If you need a simple way to make your characters feel pain, here are some ideas: 

1. Sprained Ankle

A common injury that can severely limit mobility. This is useful because your characters will have to experience a mild struggle and adapt their plans to their new lack of mobiliy. Perfect to add tension to a chase scene.

2. Rib Contusion

A painful bruise on the ribs can make breathing difficult, helping you sneak in those ragged wheezes during a fight scene. Could also be used for something sport-related! It's impactful enough to leave a lingering pain but not enough to hinder their overall movement.

3. Concussions

This common brain injury can lead to confusion, dizziness, and mood swings, affecting a character’s judgment heavily. It can also cause mild amnesia.

I enjoy using concussions when you need another character to subtly take over the fight/scene, it's an easy way to switch POVs. You could also use it if you need a 'cute' recovery moment with A and B.

4. Fractured Finger

A broken finger can complicate tasks that require fine motor skills. This would be perfect for characters like artists, writers, etc. Or, a fighter who brushes it off as nothing till they try to throw a punch and are hit with pain.

5. Road Rash

Road rash is an abrasion caused by friction. Aka scraping skin. The raw, painful sting resulting from a fall can be a quick but effective way to add pain to your writing. Tip: it's great if you need a mild injury for a child.

6. Shoulder Dislocation

This injury can be excruciating and often leads to an inability to use one arm, forcing characters to confront their limitations while adding urgency to their situation. Good for torture scenes.

7. Deep Laceration

A deep laceration is a cut that requires stitches. As someone who got stitches as a kid, they really aren't that bad! A 2-3 inch wound (in length) provides just enough pain and blood to add that dramatic flair to your writing while not severely deterring your character.

This is also a great wound to look back on since it often scars. Note: the deeper and wider the cut the worse your character's condition. Don't give them a 5 inch deep gash and call that mild.

8. Burns

Whether from fire, chemicals, or hot surfaces, burns can cause intense suffering and lingering trauma. Like the previous injury, the lasting physical and emotional trauma of a burn is a great wound for characters to look back on.

If you want to explore writing burns, read here.

9. Pulled Muscle

This can create ongoing pain and restrict movement, offering a window to force your character to lean on another. Note: I personally use muscle related injuries when I want to focus more on the pain and sprains to focus on a lack of mobility.

10. Tendonitis

Inflammation of a tendon can cause chronic pain and limit a character's ability to perform tasks they usually take for granted. When exploring tendonitis make sure you research well as this can easily turn into a more severe injury.

This is a quick, brief list of ideas to provide writers inspiration. Since it is a shorter blog, I have not covered the injuries in detail. This is inspiration, not a thorough guide. Happy writing! :)

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DOS Fanfic: The Silent Swaying of Sorrowed Men

!! // TW: Suicide, Hanging

I saw a theory a while ago that the reason we don't have book 3 is because Kvothe is dead and never went downstairs to tell the third part. I combined this with the theory that the "one single, perfect step" was him walking off of something to end it all. You can still decide if this happens before or after he's told his final tale.

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DAWN HAD ARRIVED. The Waystone Inn lay in silence, and it was a silence of three parts. 

The most obvious part was a vast, echoing quiet made by things that were lacking. If its innkeeper had been awake, the smell of early noontime stew would have drawn the men of Newarre to the Waystone, their feet clattering upon the cold stone of the doorstep as they filled the inn with the clamor of amiable, hungry men. If there had been the barest hint of impatience, the innkeeper’s student would have ran up the stairs and knocked on his door and called on him with the cold banter of a man who could no longer wait. If there had been music . . . but no, of course there was no music. In fact, there were none of these things, and so the silence remained.

Inside the Waystone, a dark-haired man made his slow way up the stairs to his master’s room, moving with the confident caution of fearless men. His steps were steady and sure, hidden from the rest of the world and careful not to give too much away, slow and even more slowly set. In doing this, he added a small, fretted silence to the larger, more prominent one. They made a melody of sorts, making way for the song’s refrain. 

The third silence was not an easy thing to notice. If you listened for an hour, you might begin to feel it from the slow swaying of a knotted cord and the soundless waiting of a letter, safely tucked away. If you listened for longer, you would find it in the weight of a man’s mortality, hidden within his darkest chords, kept deep beyond the great stone doors of forgetting and finally laid to rest. And it was once in the heart and mind of that very same man who hanged there, rocking, swaying for the sweet embrace of memories never lost. 

The man had true red hair, red as flame. His eyes were dark and distant, and he remained there with the indifference of someone who had known and learned far too many things.

The Waystone was his, just as the third silence was his. This was appropriate, as it was the greatest silence of the three, holding the others inside itself, as firm as a single, perfect step. It was deep and wide as autumn’s ending. It was as heavy as a thrice-swallowed secret of the heart. It was the patient, cut-flower sound of a man who could not wait to die.

IT WAS MAGICAL. HE DIDN'T F*CK THAT TREE. JASEROS VAR VONTOIS DID NOTHING WRONG.

Vivi: Ask your man what he is most afraid of, and if he doesn't say "losing you", then dump him

Jude: Cardan what are you most afraid of

Cardan: You

REACH HEAVEN THROUGH VIOLENCE

"Kill them with kindness" Wrong

okay so I was listening to Never Love An Anchor, and just had the random idea to attribute it to Tuva and Wulf. The entire song itself isn't very accurate to their relationship and story. It's about a parent willfully abandoning their child for what they thought was their own betterment, and so on and so forth, and being guilty for what they have done. But like, Tuva blames herself for losing Wulf ~ she thinks she abandoned him, failed him, and feels deeply terrible for not having been there for him. She wonders at what he may have become, or where he might be, and clings to the slim sliver of hope that he might be all right after all. And like:

"I am selfish, I am broken, I am cruel

I am all the things they might have said to you

Do you ever think of me and my two hands?

And wonder why they never soothed your fevers?

And wonder why they never tied your shoes?

And wonder why they never held you gently?

And wonder why they never had the chance

To lose you?"