got this today,
coming along nicely.
in other news, new band-maiko single:
got this today,
coming along nicely.
in other news, new band-maiko single:
Should someone get a Fools' day megathread going? lol
...You jerk. :-POriginally Posted by Zurvan
I fucking hate you.
And I hate myself.
EDIT: Obligatory god fucking damn it, Zurvan.
Last edited by Raylen Cypher; April 1st, 2019 at 12:54 PM.
QuotesA Writer's FateF/GO JP (Updated: 4/11/2019)
I too, hate myself
I'd guess the underlying assumption is that if you overevaluate your qualifications, you'll be more willing to make judgements and take on tasks that you aren't qualified for. If you have doubts about yourself, you'll tend to scrutinize the quality of your own work or judgement more carefully.
O walls, you have held up so much tedious graffiti that I am amazed you have not already collapsed in ruin.
because being humble is cute while being arrogant doesn't get you space cake
Has Cat Hell always been that funky? For some reason I remember it more like the Malomart theme from Twilight Princess.
Binged All Of Gundam In 4 Years, 1 Week and All I Got Was This Stupid Mask
FF XIV: Walked to the End
Started Legend of the Galactic Heroes (14/07/23), pray for me.
...Well played, Zurvan, well played.
And to answer a question from the previous page, I didn't give my thoughts on the topic at the same time as presenting it because then any subsequent replies would be in response to my thoughts on the matter rather than the unbiased thoughts of the responder. Though it seems the discussion has moved away from that, at any rate.
shit BL says
Once and always and nevermore.
...blue fairy, please make me a real person...
Maybe not. I used to care about it, but the realms of the dead and all my dear sweet ancestors have left me is enough. Common humans cry and try to hurt all the time, while in the end that's their way of connecting. I don't want to connect anymore.
Guess i'll just leave the footsteps behind a few times and become the ghost i want to become. Many tales tell us what happens to those who dare to become a living ghost in broad daylight... All that humanity has to offer are piles of violence, infinite ones. The present is so bright i gave up on shades and moved on into the night. Screw this, some humen are born posthumous. As for the others, hope Tatari is as good a bride as it promises to be, after all, it's the only polygamous marriage available where you marry something and it doesn't even have a defined body.
As said... Screw this. Blue fairy, i gave up on you.
Read this as you may.
May i become the mirror that i so enjoy, one without shape that reflects nothing. Becoming a reflection is too much of a pain.
I guess it suffices to do away with self-evaluation and instead scrutinize the quality of one's own work ad eternum.
This is unironically kind of disturbing. You doing alright?
No, i'm not.
I'm still stuck in a brainwash facility, my real-world family has hurt me absurdly and keeps me locked in this place. I can't even call the cops, the place i live is notorious for corruption. Most people are not only alien to me but unable to talk about my favorite subjects, not to mention that Tatari, or the collective unconscious, plays those people like puppets against me all the time (i wish this was an exaggeration, but that thing has even spoken to me), i keep looking for help or solace and nothing happens, aside from noticing the pattern thru which all things seem to structure themselves, time and time again.
And still, i'm just a bunch of pieces that look forward to falling apart when they feel safe enough to do so... But i've longed for that for so many years that i think i'm giving up on this happening, and that i'll be forever stuck as a bunch of pieces floating apart but still in a semblance of a shape.
I'm not whole, that's 'all'. I'm just something that's void, but still, contradictorily, doesn't fall apart.
You ever try writing poetry? With prose that colourful you're a sure bet to get some collections published.
No that wasn't a sarcastic dig. Legit suggestion.
well, his name is purple teardrops...
xd
Wh40k is filled with mystical cyphers and whatnot... The number 40 itself has something to it. That song is pleasant, btw.
As for writing... Poetry and i haven't truly gotten along, although it hasn't been uncommon for my writing to feel like poetry, rhymes and all.
I want to write a book, or more than one, to tell the truth... One of them is nearly finished in my head, another one, the beginning and its ending are already completed... The middle (always the middle) is still void, though.
On the other hand, while i do have access to the internet in the drug 'rehabrainwash' facility i'm currently locked in, i don't think i should write anything here... My family sorta wants me to write. I don't want to 'reward' them with my writing until my freedom gets returned to me... Assuming it ever will, that is; i feel as though there's a huge guillotine blade hanging above my head, especially given that should those bastards want to, they'll just label me as a schizophrenic and have me locked somewhere else.
I can't lower my defenses, the moment someone feels mildy comfortable in places like this, the person may be subtly manipulated into believing in anything. I've been feeling like putting a permanent end to this life, with any luck i'll get a continue screen and a list of saved game slots.
Well, drastic and likely effective solutions aside, do you think i could somehow make money with my writing on the internet? I can't even leave this cursed place to open a bank account, after all. I've been feeling like writing for a payment for a long time, but i'm not sure that'd be wise unless i managed to get paid, perhaps enough to get a lawyer. Maybe i could somehow look for a job as a housemaid wearing a victorian uniform, though, as long as the employer doesn't mind me getting high on pot all the time and trying to learn time-travel magics.
Writing on the internet can make you money, but it's difficult and not too rewarding. I considered the option myself at a time where career prospects seemed nonexistent.
Besides the route of just writing novels or short stories and selling them as ebooks on, say, Amazon, you can submit short stories and/or poems to various journals and the like that hold contests with prizes on an annual basis. Those usually cost either a small fee to enter, or are completely free. The prizes are rarely enough to live off of, though, usually a few hundred or thousand dollars, and competition is stiff to say the least. If you're not particularly attracted to creative writing there's always copywriting and the like, but I don't know enough about the field to comment.
read shit popular original story
write shit fan-fic
re-write shit fan-fic into shit popular original story
profit
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or spew out some dribble every other week each month on patreon after you've amassed a decent-sized following
right there's that option
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