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luminoustico.bsky.social
🌸 eleanor 🌸
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brb, i'm in a love-hate relationship with my own writing
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quote something random from your phone
The “I don’t know” party meme, but the caption says they don’t know I’m a dirty reylo
November 8, 2025 at 6:42 PM
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After a lifetime of pain, the brain learns how to suffer. I knew how to stay conscious through a beating. I'd had years to perfect my technique. The key was tensing your core and but-tocks. Humming. And nihilism. Also, role-playing as a tortured nine-teenth-century musical prodigy in the imaginary throes of writing a violent opera helped. A haunting melody started playing in my head. Only I could hear the music. Close up of Cabanel’s The Fallen Angel, focusing on the tears and rage in Lucifer’s eyes
November 1, 2025 at 5:11 PM
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Technically, there was another child-Medusa—but she was incarcerated in the underworld, which was the infamous maximum-security Spartan prison. benoit blanc no it’s just dumb meme
November 1, 2025 at 4:59 PM
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I am 3% into this book.
Gingerly, I settled into the cardboard box that functioned as my bed.
November 1, 2025 at 4:53 PM
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This isn’t even funny bad! It’s just shit!
The main character meets a giant invisible snake and makes friends with it. It sounds cool. It’s not. It’s awful.
November 1, 2025 at 4:50 PM
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Oh so this is BAD bad huh
Someone needed to take care of his mental health the cheap way—hit him over the head with a shovel (that was what they'd done to neighbor Paul: whacked him when he wasn't looking). "You can hear me, can't you ... what-are you?" the invisible voice said next to my ear, and I jolted with fear. Great, I'm being haunted by a ghost. I looked around warily. Barbed wire fence glinted at the distant tree line that surrounded the trailer park, and a tattered white flag hung off a branch displaying the crest of the House of Hades —a horrifying skeleton dog with burning crimson eyes. It was a hellhound.
November 1, 2025 at 4:44 PM
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Not to brag, but I have outlines with more poetry in them than this rubbish
To address the growing divide, the federation enacted a controversial marriage law. Chthonics immediately sought to undermine it.
November 1, 2025 at 4:40 PM
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I’ve read some bad exposition in my time but wow this is WOEFUL.
A solid page of nothing but exposition that doesn’t make any sense whatsoever and makes me regret reading this book
November 1, 2025 at 4:34 PM
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The rhythm of this writing so far resembles being stuck in stop-start traffic
They knew nothing of conflict, greed, or jealousy. All was peaceful. Then humans arrived.
November 1, 2025 at 4:28 PM
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It's so easy a fanfic writer of little note (me) can do it (and that's what makes lucasfilm so goddamn stupid)
Extract from my post-TRoS fic, no grave: “Rey, when I saw your past, I didn’t know Palpatine was part of it. I thought your parents were strangers, drunks—” “Palpatine,” Rey bites on the name, “was a liar. He lied to you, Ben. I went back to Jakku, and I found Plutt. Gave him enough of my credits and promised more to know that whatever he told me about my parents would be the absolute truth. Not words from a power-crazed Emperor.” Ben searches her face, his own features sinking into a frown. As she talks, sorting out the tangles in their story, his eyes darken to the point that she knows, if Palpatine wasn’t already destroyed, he’d go this minute to Exegol and plunge a saber into his chest. “My parents, it turns out—they were just drunks. Nobodies that came to the planet for parts and eventually died in the sands. Plutt even gave me their names, which he had in his books as a record of the transaction when they... when they sold me. Beren is my father’s name.” She’d brushed the sand off the pages she took from him—low tech meant no awkward questions, that was Plutt’s philosophy— and there it had been, in Basic, written by the hand of Plutt himself. She can see the three sentences now. Less than 10 words total. Simm Beren. Product: Daughter, Rey. Price: 20 drink portions. Rey swallows thickly. She continues. “I made sure to ask around. See if anyone who might've been around could corroborate the story. Five scavengers recognised me as that little girl, left sobbing at Plutt's side. They all assumed I remembered. That was that. No bounty hunter, Imperial or otherwise, ever came to Jakku to hunt them down. The memories we saw, together, were constructed by Palpatine. He wanted a new body and for the last Skywalker to die. He used this thing between us to trap us, Ben.” An awful silence surrounds them, the cottage. The ocean is calmer outside and the wind has died down but Ben’s Force signature thrums with anger.
October 21, 2025 at 3:35 PM
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How that scene could’ve gone, if the writers weren’t cowards:
Rewrite of the Tava and Kylo kiss from the comics, but Ben is written as a panicking Victorian apologising to Rey and assuring her his heart is hers and they can be married without scandal. Rey reminds him they’re enemies.
October 14, 2025 at 8:11 PM
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The fjor nodded. Covering his amulet with his left hand, he passed his right over the soldier’s forehead. A serenity filled the soldier’s face, shining out through the blood with a beatific smile. Astrid had never seen it before now, but she knew of it. The fjor’s victim was now gone, lost in the memory of a dream. It could be of a girl back home; it could be the taste of his mother’s cooking. It could be a triumphant swing of his sword against an enemy’s armour. His mind chose the memory—the Draumr magic merely guided him to it. Until his captor decided to release him, he would be trapped in that sweet euphoria, the pain packed away in a box and pushed into a corner of his mind.
October 5, 2025 at 9:26 AM
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A very fat aubergine with dark purple flesh and a long green stalk right at the tip. The same fat aubergine from another angle, with the edge turned towards the viewer instead of showing the flat side of the aubergine.
October 4, 2025 at 3:34 PM
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The Community “Darkest Timeline” meme. I’ve added labels to describe this particular situation I’m discussing, but the meme is the point – young people wandering into a fandom where they know nothing of the history
September 24, 2025 at 6:26 AM
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All that had to happen there was people to go “This is not a homework assignment, you don’t need to prepare, just read the damn book”. But no. Instead, we have to blow up one person’s stupidity as an example of what’s happening everywhere to fit a preconceived narrative.
Two panel screenshot from The Golden Girls. Rose (Betty White) asks “Where are you going?” Dorothy (Bea Arthur) answers “To get ice cream or commit a felony. I’ll decide in the car.”
September 24, 2025 at 5:17 AM
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Titbit from my Iron Mask AU (yes that still exists) – Rey and Ben are sad, angsty cutie patooties
She had to sink her fingers into his hair and reach up onto her tiptoes to kiss him. With one hand, he grasped for her waist, while the other frantically waved the candlestick to and fro, seeking a place for it to rest. At last, he found the mantelpiece. Smiling against his lips, Rey took him in her arms again. Touch—certainly, romantic touch—was not something she knew much of. But there was something exhilarating about having his hands around her waist. Despite their mutual fear, their inherent clumsiness, she, at last, felt secure. In this world of treason, he felt like an anchor. Her head filled with ideas, images of a farmstead and waking up drenched in sunlight, his long body stretched out beside hers, his arms toned from honest work and wrapped around her belly, keeping her in endless delight with his lips on hers. It was a reality that could never be, and she never wanted to let it go.
September 7, 2025 at 9:24 PM
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I’m looking forward to the autumnal vibes, but I’m also happy summer has decided to stick around for just a little longer. At least long enough for me to have a cup of tea and enjoy the skies.
A blue sky, with only a few wisps of cloud. At the bottom of the picture is a palm tree (I think, I’m not a gardener I just rent from one) Another picture of the sky as I look at it while sitting in my backyard. It’s mostly cloudless and sunny.
September 5, 2025 at 3:40 PM
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Tried again with this book. Now on chapter 4 but I have to ask – why is this man described as a one-man band for weaponry? All I’m seeing is Dick van Dyke.
Photo of a page from Fear the Flames by Olivia Rose Darling. The (very obvious) love interest is described thusly: “He's dressed like an assassin in a black leather chest guard, and a cloak, pants, and boots to match. His staggering frame is clad with weapons. Several knives line his legs, a short sword and axe are strapped to his waist, and a broadsword rests across his back.” Dick van Dyke as Bert from Mary Poppins. Dressed as a one man band, he’s carrying a variety of instruments, including a trumpet and horn.
September 4, 2025 at 7:51 PM
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Post a random picture or else everything will go bad in September.
A yellow Labrador lies sleeping in her bed. An orange cat sits in front of the bed, staring the Labrador down in an attempt of intimidation. The dog keeps sleeping.
August 31, 2025 at 6:40 AM
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I just really like the idea of a broad-backed Viking-type warrior effortlessly gliding across ice ok
winter was a savage, untamed beast when it came to Heimdar. The wind roared, the ice clawed, and the snow climbed up the walls of longhouses, cabins and even palaces, seeking entrance to its prey—the meek and cold humans inside. But Heimdarians were strong. Stronger than the winter. They stoked their fires, killed their cattle and prayed to The Five that they would outlive the beast. When the beast finally gave up, the Heimdarians opened their doors and enjoyed the remnants; the snow drifts that became an armoury for snowball fights, and the icy rivers that grew thick enough for even the broadest warrior to don his blades and skate upon them.
August 28, 2025 at 11:24 AM
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Astrid always dreamed the same dream—and if she sat there in her cot daydreaming any longer, she would be late, and her family would wake. Holding her breaths, praying to The Five that she would make no noise, she dressed quickly and tiptoed past the extinguished hearth. Once she got to the door, she sat on a stool and made a fumbling grasp for her boots. A warm guff of air passed over her the shell of her ear as one of the goats wondered if her hair would make for good hay. Astrid ducked, and the goat lost interest. Standing, she threw her thick cloak over her shoulders, fastened it, and headed out into the light.
August 27, 2025 at 9:33 PM
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“Knives adorn my waist and down my legs until they reach my boots; the only hint to my identity is the two dragon daggers I never go without.”

There are ways to make your protagonist seem badass. Having them walk around looking like what would happen if the Iron Throne grew sentience is NOT. IT.
Photo of the book Fear the Flames by Olivia Rose Darling. I’m on page 8, and things do not bode well. One of the lines is “We’re lined with weapons but no armor, for the sake of blending in as travellers.”
August 27, 2025 at 11:24 AM
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Sacrificed a chance to see one of the singalong showings of KPop Demon Hunter, and instead went to see an outdoor theatre production of Hamlet (which is one of my favourite plays). And the production SUCKED. ASS.
Screencap of KPop Demon Hunters. From left to right, there’s Mira looking ready to fight, Rumi rolling her eyes and Zoey with a mouthful of chips looking ready to fight God himself for interrupting her snacking
August 23, 2025 at 10:51 PM
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The world if NYT writers kept their feelings in the group chat:
Futuristic utopia meme
August 21, 2025 at 8:30 PM
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Breakfast this morning involved bagels, tea, and reading (aka giggling my tits off at Northanger Abbey)
Photograph of an outdoor coffee table, with a plate of bagels and a tray to the right of it. The tray has a cup of tea and a library copy of Northanger Abbey on it Photograph of the book Northanger Abbey, and a page from Chapter Seven. The excerpt is too long for alt text but the general gist is that John Thorpe (a bore) claims to have never read The Mysteries of Udolpho and that he prefers Anne Radcliffe’s novels. Catherine Morley (the protagonist) politely points out that Anne Radcliffe was the one who wrote Udolpho.
August 17, 2025 at 10:20 AM