The True Water Magic

You have my sympathy.

Though I will say it gets worse when you have several stories in the same universe, and then two completely separate universes, all in your brain at one time.

Im on vacation right now and my brain is so loud at this point it's just incomprehensible screaming.

I wish my brain could focus better:

Hey, this would be an emotional scene! Just need to figure out how the heck to get to it.

Hmm remember that one scene you finished months ago? I don't like it anymore, change it.

Maybe you should try writing smut set in your world. Why? No clue.

You should post some random worldbuilding bullshit on tumblr!

No! You have a paper due in just a few days! Its time for smart brainy time not sad queer time!

Ahhhh!

I have no room for isotopes and assemblages in my brain rn, just bi giants and murder.

It gives me bibically accurate angel vibes

he probably went to go fuck with gran

so the thing about my family is that we have two ancestors on my dad’s side who were buried in france, where I currently live. one died in the spanish civil war, and one died prior doing…we don’t know what. but he somehow managed to get buried in père lachaise. 

so anyhow, my gran sends me a message like “pls put flowers on ur uncle samuel’s grave because he’s gone over a century with none and it will make the ghost mad if he hasn’t already” because my family spends time in europe but never long enough to go all the way to père lachaise and give ya boy samuel jr. his death rites. so im like “ok gran I can do that” bc im a good grandson and you do not fuck with gran she doesn’t DESERVE THAT 

i figure out which plot he’s on and ask someone specifically where you can find uncle samuel jr. and they tell me where and so I arrive at the junction and. 

HE GONE. 

WHERE DID YOU GO UNCLE SAMUEL. 

*celine dion’s smash hit “my heart will go on” playing in the distance* 

in other words either someone stole my entire great great uncle samuel or he has risen again, ready to party in paris for all of eternity. 

MORE WORLDBUILDING, this time on a holiday that i came up with

Diviti week- TLDR: celebrates Merudi as the patron god of the Ojalana empire, but isn’t celebrated outside of it.

Diviti Week is a well-known holiday sponsored by the Ojalana Empire, though it is not widely celebrated outside of it. It takes place from Merudi 1st to Merudi 7th. The holiday is a celebration of the god of wealth Merudi, and is marked by a life of affluence. People show off their wealth, sales boom, profits are made, and debts are paid off. People wear their best clothes and host parties and feasts in celebration. 

While this may seem like a holiday that only the wealthy and powerful enjoy, the lower classes are still in full support of the holiday. Local merchants consistently lower their prices during this week, especially at the end. The holiday attracts no small number of tourists that flock to the capital to partake in the festivities and watch the city become more beautiful than anything they have ever seen. Every street is hung with string lights that can best be described as icicles of pure gold that reach down to touch the heads of the pedestrians on the streets. There are ropes of braided silk draped in every alley, lighting the stony streets on fire. Exotic flowers are shipped from faraway lands and placed in the central plaza of Jackal Quartz, where one of the centerpieces of Diviti Week is held.

On the 4th-6th day of Diviti Week a massive 24 hour market is held, featuring everyone from farmers to furniture makers, menageries of all kinds, and spectacular dressmakers. Merchants of all kinds flood to Jackal Quartz during this week to sell their wares, most of them coming from Kelly's Caravan that makes its second arrival at this time, the other time being the 1st of Grecis. 

The second centerpiece of Diviti Week is the massive palace ball, called the golden ball, that is held on the last night of Diviti Week. It is held in the grand hall of the Palace, and it is completely public. Everyone, from the nobility to the commoners walk in through the massive doors of the palace to behold splendor beyond imagination. The roof is hung with gold and silver candles suspended by chains that fit perfectly into the space not taken up by the second floor balcony. The sconces that are drilled into the Carmine Red walls are hung with garlands of resplendent diamonds and topaz. The intricate swirls on the banister are interwoven with roses, lilies, tulips and snapdragons in every imaginable shade of orange and yellow. The marble tile of the floor is polished to a shine that reflects the feet and clothes of the various dancers

Stormy weather, Leonard Koscianski (because)

Please @bane-of-technology i NEED to know what book this is from

You shouldn’t say ****

girl give me a hint at least

Anyone wanna here me info dump about the fictional city I'm worldbuilding?

Trucy in even more of my recent outfits :3

TFW you want to make a recipe but the universe says no:(

I hate being busy and tired

I just finished giving blood for the 2nd time, and i don't feel like dying or crying like the first time!

Celebration time!

In all seriousness, you should go donate blood if you can, it's not that bad normally, my first time was just a struggle.