FFFFFFFFFFFFFF HOW DARE YOU
Oh, Dee. Vhenan, I tried to warn you not to drink from the well. Why didn't you listen?!
FFFFFFFFFFFFFF HOW DARE YOU
Oh, Dee. Vhenan, I tried to warn you not to drink from the well. Why didn't you listen?!
But yes, y'all are brave and you can do it!
Ahah. yes. For all my talk I do still have like… 15,000 words worth of unpublished fic just sitting here… on my desktop.
But hey, at least I let people read some of my original stuff. Sometimes...
A virus you say? Alright, let's see what we're dealing with here.
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Looks pretty standard.
'Tis but a bacterial infection. I'd say about 90% of the individuals in this thread are infected.
I'm so sorry, I just couldn't stop myself. This disease has gone straight for my brain!
I keep hitting the like button but it does nothing right now. Grr. That's hilarious. And yes, totally infected.....it gets suspiciously dormant and then.....it's back with a vengeance.
Oh, Dee. Vhenan, I tried to warn you not to drink from the well. Why didn't you listen?!
You know I can't resist!!! I always drink from the well T_T
Yeah, I know it's "normal" to be super and overwhelmingly critical of your own writing (or any art form, for that matter). Or rather, better put, an effect of the process. It doesn't make it any less a pain in the ass, though. However, it's nice to not be alone. I don't forget that so much as take it for granted. I know I'm not alone, but I'm not wholly aware of it as I should be until moments like this. Thank you to those who listened, and for those who responded, because it meant the world to me. Imagine I'm plucking each of them like dazzling, precious gems, and storing them in the treasure chest of my heart, because you're all incredibly kind, motivational, and I needed that. A 'Thank you' isn't enough, but nonetheless, thank you.
I do intend to continue my Solas drabbles, and in fact, I have more written. But my OCD is not nice, and thus they must be committed to an order of some sort. Because they take place later on in the story, and I have others in mind taking place before them, they're not the ones that come next, so I can't put them up yet. Unless I decide to throw caution to the wind and post them anyway, foregoing care of chronological order.
Yeah, I know it's "normal" to be super and overwhelmingly critical of your own writing (or any art form, for that matter). Or rather, better put, an effect of the process. It doesn't make it any less a pain in the ass, though. However, it's nice to not be alone. I don't forget that so much as take it for granted. I know I'm not alone, but I'm not wholly aware of it as I should be until moments like this. Thank you to those who listened, and for those who responded, because it meant the world to me. Imagine I'm plucking each of them like dazzling, precious gems, and storing them in the treasure chest of my heart, because you're all incredibly kind, motivational, and I needed that. A 'Thank you' isn't enough, but nonetheless, thank you.
I do intend to continue my Solas drabbles, and in fact, I have more written. But my OCD is not nice, and thus they must be committed to an order of some sort. Because they take place later on in the story, and I have others in mind taking place before them, they're not the ones that come next, so I can't put them up yet. Unless I decide to throw caution to the wind and post them anyway, foregoing care of chronological order.
I look forward to reading them!
Guest_Faerunner_*
So "vhenan" is "the place of our people", but yet means heart? What does this tell me, that the elves only live in each others hearts without a physical representation? Or that they never had a real home, a "home is where the heart is" sort of thing? Or that in an elven heart there's no place for anything but other elves?
All that is pretty ridiculous, so what does the origin of the word tell me about its creators?
Then again, you're asking this question in the same language in which we use words like "honey" and "dear" as both a term of endearment and a word for literal bee's honey and deer the animal (just differently spelled). And the word "heart"/"hart" (different spelling, same sound) can mean heart as in the blood-pumping organ in your chest, and a male deer.
And that's real life! What reason do we have to share the same word for the life-pumping organ in our chest (most commonly thought to generate love) with woodland creature the European nobility hunted, shot and ate?
that's actually more or less what I expected. And it still got me.
A virus you say? Alright, let's see what we're dealing with here.
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Looks pretty standard.
'Tis but a bacterial infection. I'd say about 90% of the individuals in this thread are infected.
I'm so sorry, I just couldn't stop myself. This disease has gone straight for my brain!
The Solas Bug! Quick, somebody call the CDC!
Symptoms include: hellspiralling, giggling at eggs, seeing Solas in your toast, writing fanfic/drawing fanart, and random bursts of anger.
Yeah, I know it's "normal" to be super and overwhelmingly critical of your own writing (or any art form, for that matter). Or rather, better put, an effect of the process. It doesn't make it any less a pain in the ass, though. However, it's nice to not be alone. I don't forget that so much as take it for granted. I know I'm not alone, but I'm not wholly aware of it as I should be until moments like this. Thank you to those who listened, and for those who responded, because it meant the world to me. Imagine I'm plucking each of them like dazzling, precious gems, and storing them in the treasure chest of my heart, because you're all incredibly kind, motivational, and I needed that. A 'Thank you' isn't enough, but nonetheless, thank you.
I do intend to continue my Solas drabbles, and in fact, I have more written. But my OCD is not nice, and thus they must be committed to an order of some sort. Because they take place later on in the story, and I have others in mind taking place before them, they're not the ones that come next, so I can't put them up yet. Unless I decide to throw caution to the wind and post them anyway, foregoing care of chronological order.
I had a few fully-written ones that I was holding back and then AO3 lets you reorder chapters so I decided to just throw caution aside and put them up into a small series that will be chronological when I feel they're done. I think I envisioned about six parts on the theme, so there are currently three up on there.
It might help to do what I did. Try to learn to let them out and not panic if you do so. Everyone has been helpful around these parts. Even when criticism or suggestions come, it's well-intended.
Meer: Nope. I'm not seeing that again. Once was enough.
May I present the actual most painful animation ever to be animated:
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Grave of the Fireflies. You'll never eat konpeito happily again. You'll never be whole again.
HOW DARE YOU. HOW COULD YOU. WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU.
May I present the actual most painful animation ever to be animated:
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Grave of the Fireflies. You'll never eat konpeito happily again. You'll never be whole again.
Pft wat? No way you can ruin konpeito.

May I present the actual most painful animation ever to be animated:
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Grave of the Fireflies. You'll never eat konpeito happily again. You'll never be whole again.
MEER. NO.
The land before time movie isn't the same when you learn about duckie:
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Wtf Rabbit.
Yeah, I know it's "normal" to be super and overwhelmingly critical of your own writing (or any art form, for that matter). Or rather, better put, an effect of the process. It doesn't make it any less a pain in the ass, though. However, it's nice to not be alone. I don't forget that so much as take it for granted. I know I'm not alone, but I'm not wholly aware of it as I should be until moments like this. Thank you to those who listened, and for those who responded, because it meant the world to me. Imagine I'm plucking each of them like dazzling, precious gems, and storing them in the treasure chest of my heart, because you're all incredibly kind, motivational, and I needed that. A 'Thank you' isn't enough, but nonetheless, thank you.
I do intend to continue my Solas drabbles, and in fact, I have more written. But my OCD is not nice, and thus they must be committed to an order of some sort. Because they take place later on in the story, and I have others in mind taking place before them, they're not the ones that come next, so I can't put them up yet. Unless I decide to throw caution to the wind and post them anyway, foregoing care of chronological order.
and remember, it's totally cool just to ask people to tell you what they like about it, rather than asking for critique, if that's what you're in the mood for. Sometimes you just need to hear your friends and people you respect tell you that you're awesome.