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  1. On 8/17/2023 at 4:56 PM, CalanoCorvus said:

    seagulls can go to hell crazy rat birds

    Seagulls are demonic and I hate them. However they could be very useful if trained to help you take over the world. They have no fear and are smarter than pigeons 

  2. My stake just rearranged boundaries and I'm a bit sad. :( Id been in my old ward for 5 years and almost nobody from that is in my new one! My house is in a weird place so we knew that we weren't going to be with most people from our former ward, but they did something funny and my whole street got shuffled a mile away into a ward where we don't know anyone. And to make matters worse, basically the only change to our new ward is the addition of my street, so everyone will already know each other! Feeling kinda stressed but we're in an amazing area and I'm sure the new ward will be nice. 

  3. 4 minutes ago, Cruciatus_heart said:

    there is no other trick other than the fact i am literally an old woman and cannot stay awake past 12 on most nights 

    I would honestly love this. Unfortunately, I'm not sure if I can actually feel tired. It never shows up as an emotion. I can easily pull several all-nighters in a row and I'll get loopy or incoherent but it doesn't make me feel the need to sleep. Which is bad. Because then I get unreasonable and get even less sleep! Fun! 

    Probably my own fault but who knows

  4. On 6/9/2023 at 7:43 AM, Edema Ruh said:

    Hello um quick question (shadow and bone season 2 spoilers I guess)

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    WHY THE LIGHT IS JESPER WEARING A SKIRT

     

    Hehe I noticed this a few episodes in and just had to laugh. It's definitely something I feel like he would do. He's so special and I love it!! :lol:

    On 6/21/2023 at 0:41 AM, Cruciatus_heart said:

    And show barrel just isnt that

    This is true. I didn't love their portrayal of Ketterdam as a whole. It just felt off. And they didn't keep any of the original dutch influence it felt like. 

    On 6/21/2023 at 7:36 AM, Edema Ruh said:

    Yeah, I did feel that a lot, it just didn’t feel like such a…well like such a joyfully wrong place. But it did have a lot of the random humor that we kind of expect, which is nice, like Jesper’s goat in the beginning.

    (yeah let’s not talk about Alina) 

    The test of the show I thought got the vibe of the books very well. They just didn't pull through on the barrel sadly. I love Milo :wub: and of course by the rest of the show I mean the rest of the crows :pp I think by mid-season 2 I was skipping every scene that didn't have the crows or Nikolai. I don't think I missed much lol. 

  5. *nervous laughing* ..... i wish.

    I have no control over myself my sleep schedule so I regularly go to sleep at like 1-2am. which is bad because I am not allowed to sleep in past 8. I am functioning on an average of 6 hours of sleep a night which is... bad. Being a morning person and actually getting tired would solve about 99% of my problems lol

    Your morning routine sounds very nice and relaxing! 

  6. 12 hours ago, Cruciatus_heart said:

    okayyyyyy i hope this doesnt count as necroing because its my thread and i didnt want to make another one 

    Also @Kajsa :) and @Morningtide thankkk you because your advice made me feel more comfortable with writing again. i was probably just being dramatic. you guys dont have to read this, i just wanted to thank you.

    so here it is 

    TW: gore, war, death 

    its just something i came up with. might continue, might not 

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    Rain shatters like ice crystals on the much-trodden pavement. The sky weeps for you, my love. 

    The world’s cries mingle with my own and I wonder once again. 

    Where did it all go so wrong?

    But maybe…maybe it was never right to begin with. 

    And I only see it now. 

    If you gaze long enough into the abyss, the abyss also gazes into you. 

    We are cautioned against fighting monsters, lest we become monsters ourselves. 

    But what if we were never any different?

    What if to become a monster was the only way?

    My knees hit the pavement. I throw my head back and…scream.

    A scream like the death rattle of dreams dead and buried. A scream that swirls higher into the air, till it breaks off into a desperate sob, hands trembling, lungs gasping for air. 

    People look at me strangely. Let them look. They can never know your loss; they can never know what it is like to not possess a heart anymore.

    You took my heart with you, love. All that’s left is an empty, festering, gaping cavity. 

    When I close my eyes, I hear you. I hear your laughter, I hear your sweet nothings whispered between kisses at midnight.

    When I close my eyes, I see you- your smudged eyeliner, your chipped nail polish. The ebony curls that bounced whenever you walked. 

    When all the colours were black, you were the only one that lifted me up. That kept me going on. 

    Why then, was I not able to do the same for you?

    Desperation. Such intensity of despair and unholy terror that it left your teeth chattering, your heart racing.

    A level of panic that left you unable to function on even the most basic level. Something so rancid, it tainted you to the very core. 

    War was something terrible. Something bloody and cruel like an animal stuck in a trap. Willing to chew off muscles and tendons, willing to snap bones because it wanted to live. 

    Please god, let me live,” I thought as the scent of blood and agony hung heavy in the air. 

    “Please god…

    I couldn't escape. There was no escape. War was both the trap and the animal.

    “I don’t want to die…”

    But then your body fell near me, too much blood to be possible, and I was gone anyway. 

    I had to do it i had to do it i had to do it

    I didn’t want to lose you. 

    What a shame, I lost you anyway. Because now another memory assaults my mind’s eye. 

    The memory of red eyes that have no recognition of me. The memory of fangs dripping with sticky crimson, protruding over full lips. The memory of the dead bodies, puncture wounds in each of their necks; the feral expression on your face- the animalistic edge with which you held yourself.

    I scream again. I scream because it is the only thing louder than weeping. 

     

     

    :OOOOOOOO My reaction while reading this was to repeatedly go 'WHOA!!!' quite loudly. This is fantastic! You are incredible!! To quote Eddie, DUUUUUUUUDDDDE. I would read a whole book of this it's fantastic!

    Also I'm glad I was able to help!!

  7. On 6/15/2023 at 9:30 AM, Cruciatus_heart said:

    I'm...not in a good place. 

    I feel bad, physically and mentally. Like really bad.

    I think part of the reason I'm feeling so bad is because I've realized i no longer like creative writing. And its because of my mother. 

    I've been doing creative writing since I was in the fourth grade. For me, its always been a way to express and let loose my creativity. Something that makes me feel better, something that helps me process what I'm feeling. It was one of the things that made me, me. 

    And sure you do something consistently for 6 years you're gonna get fairly decent at it. 

    Over the past few months, my mother has been telling me every single day how she can't wait to read the books I publish, how I'm going to be the best author ever, how I'm going to make so much money from it and be rich and famous. (Keep in mind, I have actively expressed that my desires do not align with this, that i do not want to be an author, i want to live a simple life as a professor surrounded by books and tea for the rest of my life. I want to help young minds find the power of the written word, and i want my life to be composed of bookstores, music, libraries and research.) (I want simplicity. I want peace.)

    If i was bored, she'd tell me to write. Random moments of the day she'd ask me why im not writing or how my writing is coming along. She'd brag to all her friends and all our extended family about how my writing is the best writing she's ever seen and I'm going to be rich and famous one day. 

    Writing, drawing, any creative work- these are intensely personal things. 

    And now...

    Now everytime i open google docs, i feel this pressure behind my eyes and it feels like I'm choking up. Whatever creative muse, if it ever existed, has been strangled and buried six feet deep. 

    And this hurts. It hurts so so bad. i feel like I'm actually grieving for this lost talent. 

    I'm kinda angry on myself for being so...naive as to ever show her my work.

    Sorry.

    I can't imagine how awful this must feel. Listen to Kasja because they're smarter than I am at helping people. Don't blame yourself for this though because it is absolutely not your fault. My only advice would be to take creative writing and put it in the box in your head labeled "just for me." When you write, write whatever you want, whenever you want, and try to remember that you're doing it to have fun and make yourself proud. If you have a writing block, please don't stress because I know that you are amazing and inspiration will come back. I've seen your writing and you are incredible. This just might take time. 

    Sorry if that was unhelpful

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