Hi y’all! I kinda just need somewhere to vent about something real quick, if that’s alright with y’all.
For the past few days I think I’ve been teetering on the edge of a mental breakdown. I’ve cried every night for the last three days about various things including school, my family and friends, and a couple of things happening on here. Me, my brother and my father were just outside doing yard work and he was kind of irritated with me and my brother, and that sort of just put me in a really bad mood right now. And when I’m in a bad mood, I have trouble with certain sounds and weird noises. My brother was coughing a lot and it just really bugged me and I didn’t lash out or do anything about it but it further contributed to my bad mood. Then my father told me I was acting weird, like I was, ‘in a fog,’ and super distracted and stuff and I think I might have been dissociating
Initial rant over, thank you for your time!
gosh arc sorry if you need to talk im here
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So i'm a writer, and i need some advice. I'm writing a story where a character gets really serious electrical burns from some sort of electrical weapon. In theory, this leaves the character with bad electrical burns on their face, neck, and shoulders. I want a plotline where the character has to come to terms with being scarred, because they're not shallow by nature, but they perceive themselves as not having many talents or skills. They've always been nothing but a pretty face, so now that they (in their perception) aren't pretty anymore, they don't think they have anything else going for them. Lots of character development and growth etc, but there's a problem. I have no idea how electrical burns work. I don't know how they scar, what they look like determined by how they happened, if they're anything like thermal burns. There's lots of guides to writing burns, but not electrical burns, so if anyone knows anything about this topic, i'd appreciate the help.
Electrical burns sort of look like regular burns, to my knowledge. They leave lots of visible scar tissue and depending on how they got them, you could describe it like:
“I dragged my eyes back up to the glittering, pristine mirror, a tauntingly perfect surface so eagerly showing me the face of a now-turned-stranger, of an alien, of..me. I traced a finger absently, a performative act of self consolation, along the marred lines separating the gentle, the innocent, the face of me and the disfigured scar tissue arcing like stretches of lightning down the curve of my cheek, pausing just under the eye, down the pronounced cupid’s bow of my lips, to the bubble-like scar tissue where the tip of my upper lip once was - slightly pursed, accompanying the furrow seen on my brow. Fractured lines like marble, a fleshy pink with bloodied vessels just below the skin, it was both morbidly disgusting to face, and yet completely captivating.” or something like that. it doesn’t need to be fully to the detail described, especially if your character would hate looking at themselves. Writing other people’s reactions to it helps I think
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So i'm a writer, and i need some advice. I'm writing a story where a character gets really serious electrical burns from some sort of electrical weapon. In theory, this leaves the character with bad electrical burns on their face, neck, and shoulders. I want a plotline where the character has to come to terms with being scarred, because they're not shallow by nature, but they perceive themselves as not having many talents or skills. They've always been nothing but a pretty face, so now that they (in their perception) aren't pretty anymore, they don't think they have anything else going for them. Lots of character development and growth etc, but there's a problem. I have no idea how electrical burns work. I don't know how they scar, what they look like determined by how they happened, if they're anything like thermal burns. There's lots of guides to writing burns, but not electrical burns, so if anyone knows anything about this topic, i'd appreciate the help.
Electrical burns sort of look like regular burns, to my knowledge. They leave lots of visible scar tissue and depending on how they got them, you could describe it like:
“I dragged my eyes back up to the glittering, pristine mirror, a tauntingly perfect surface so eagerly showing me the face of a now-turned-stranger, of an alien, of..me. I traced a finger absently, a performative act of self consolation, along the marred lines separating the gentle, the innocent, the face of me and the disfigured scar tissue arcing like stretches of lightning down the curve of my cheek, pausing just under the eye, down the pronounced cupid’s bow of my lips, to the bubble-like scar tissue where the tip of my upper lip once was - slightly pursed, accompanying the furrow seen on my brow. Fractured lines like marble, a fleshy pink with bloodied vessels just below the skin, it was both morbidly disgusting to face, and yet completely captivating.” or something like that. it doesn’t need to be fully to the detail described, especially if your character would hate looking at themselves. Writing other people’s reactions to it helps I think
Frick that's good man
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Ever since I could take the bandages off, I wish they had stayed on. I’d covered up all the mirrors in my room when I could still look in them without choking, but that wasn’t enough. Windows, puddles, the cups of coffee I couldn’t finish, they were all mocking me with glimpses of what I had become. And so I shut myself in my room, drew the curtains, and closed my eyes. I was practically hiding from myself. A fitting fate for someone who always hides, I thought.
Of course I knew this couldn’t go on forever. Sooner or later, I’d be called back to Compass. But how could I face my friends if I couldn’t even face myself?
I found myself standing in front of my mirror, staring at the sheet I’d used to block out my reflection, daring myself to peel it away. Anger bubbled up in my throat, at the circumstances, at the mirror, at how unbelivably stupid I was being. Anger, then grief, then the overwhelming numbness that had followed me these past few weeks.
I tugged on the corner of the sheet and watched as white gave way into reality. There she was, the stranger who’d replaced me, looking back at me with eyes that were supposed to belong to me. Untidy blonde curls hung limp on her shoulders, peppered with singed bits that I hadn’t gotten around to doing anything about yet. And her face…
It was almost as if the mirror had shattered when it saw me. But, of course, the mirror wasn’t broken. I was. Ugly pink marks snaked up from my shoulders, twisting and arcing like lightning as they coiled around my neck. Their spread seemed to stop just before it reaching my left eye, but crooked branches broke off towards my mouth. My fingers traced the lines dividing my face from the stranger’s as if searching for the right thread to pull that would untangle the whole knotted mess.
Finally, I couldn’t look any longer. I draped the sheet back over the mirror, hiding myself from the stranger in the glass.
I've done it, thank you for your help
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
Bro I started watching house hunters and these people are crazy
"I want a square house with perfect square rooms and blah blah blah"
Or
"I want a millennial colonial New age modernistic retro refurbished antique ranch style farmhouse"
Like if it was me I'd just pick a house that I could stand. And of course it's SO fake just blah
So why can't I stop watching it ahhhhh
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I go by She/her pronouns and am proudly lesbian. I'm a big fan of Deltarune, The Amazing Digital Circus, Sonic the Hedgehog, The Good Place, The Drew Carey Show, Futurama, and I think there's probably more but...
gosh arc sorry if you need to talk im here
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Electrical burns sort of look like regular burns, to my knowledge. They leave lots of visible scar tissue and depending on how they got them, you could describe it like:
“I dragged my eyes back up to the glittering, pristine mirror, a tauntingly perfect surface so eagerly showing me the face of a now-turned-stranger, of an alien, of..me. I traced a finger absently, a performative act of self consolation, along the marred lines separating the gentle, the innocent, the face of me and the disfigured scar tissue arcing like stretches of lightning down the curve of my cheek, pausing just under the eye, down the pronounced cupid’s bow of my lips, to the bubble-like scar tissue where the tip of my upper lip once was - slightly pursed, accompanying the furrow seen on my brow. Fractured lines like marble, a fleshy pink with bloodied vessels just below the skin, it was both morbidly disgusting to face, and yet completely captivating.” or something like that. it doesn’t need to be fully to the detail described, especially if your character would hate looking at themselves. Writing other people’s reactions to it helps I think
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Frick that's good man
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Ever since I could take the bandages off, I wish they had stayed on. I’d covered up all the mirrors in my room when I could still look in them without choking, but that wasn’t enough. Windows, puddles, the cups of coffee I couldn’t finish, they were all mocking me with glimpses of what I had become. And so I shut myself in my room, drew the curtains, and closed my eyes. I was practically hiding from myself. A fitting fate for someone who always hides, I thought.
Of course I knew this couldn’t go on forever. Sooner or later, I’d be called back to Compass. But how could I face my friends if I couldn’t even face myself?
I found myself standing in front of my mirror, staring at the sheet I’d used to block out my reflection, daring myself to peel it away. Anger bubbled up in my throat, at the circumstances, at the mirror, at how unbelivably stupid I was being. Anger, then grief, then the overwhelming numbness that had followed me these past few weeks.
I tugged on the corner of the sheet and watched as white gave way into reality. There she was, the stranger who’d replaced me, looking back at me with eyes that were supposed to belong to me. Untidy blonde curls hung limp on her shoulders, peppered with singed bits that I hadn’t gotten around to doing anything about yet. And her face…
It was almost as if the mirror had shattered when it saw me. But, of course, the mirror wasn’t broken. I was. Ugly pink marks snaked up from my shoulders, twisting and arcing like lightning as they coiled around my neck. Their spread seemed to stop just before it reaching my left eye, but crooked branches broke off towards my mouth. My fingers traced the lines dividing my face from the stranger’s as if searching for the right thread to pull that would untangle the whole knotted mess.
Finally, I couldn’t look any longer. I draped the sheet back over the mirror, hiding myself from the stranger in the glass.
I've done it, thank you for your help
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
looks awesome :)
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Thanks
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
My dog got a pride bandana and now I’m happy.
Your local friendly stupid doop!
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
Oh dear. Are you alright Coro?
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
Coro?
Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
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Felt like screaming and remembered I could change the font size. :D
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
Yay
Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Extended Signature!
Bro I started watching house hunters and these people are crazy
"I want a square house with perfect square rooms and blah blah blah"
Or
"I want a millennial colonial New age modernistic retro refurbished antique ranch style farmhouse"
Like if it was me I'd just pick a house that I could stand. And of course it's SO fake just blah
So why can't I stop watching it ahhhhh
Kris Get The Banana
I go by She/her pronouns and am proudly lesbian. I'm a big fan of Deltarune, The Amazing Digital Circus, Sonic the Hedgehog, The Good Place, The Drew Carey Show, Futurama, and I think there's probably more but...
I'm the creator of The Bar of The Beasts, and I'm always happy to chat!
I hate having characters I want to rp but no place I can really place them into to be able to rp.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
AHHH same
i have so many characters but nowhere to use them
Most of them are from the Universal Smorgasbord thread. There just isn’t another thread to really rp gods in.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
I feel the same way too
I could theoretically fit certain characters into different places, but that'd be dividing my focus a lot.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Me tooooooo. I wish there were more taverns.
Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
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I kind of want to make a new, more blanket fantasy tavern, but I'm running low on inspiration right now.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Inspiration is hard. :(. I have a tavern ready to release, kind of a city fantasy tavern, but I’m not sure if people will be interested in it or not.
Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Extended Signature!