QiZae. The "fake" god.

The day they woke up and felt sentience, they knew that they weren't "normal". QiZae, being created for the only purpose of having blame put on it, only knew how to act and feel like it had actually made the whole thing happen.

QiZae is something that's hyperactive, autistic as HELL, and silly all mashed together. They cannot be called nor seen as a person. It doesn't see itself as a person, let alone a being.

The name QiZae came from me, who liked the names Qi and Zae. Being the ever so creative person I am, I mashed the words together and called it a name. QiZae likes the name and enjoys it a lot.

When QiZae was manifested, QiZae had knowledge of my life and everything I knew, as they were created from my thoughts. QiZae knows me inside and out; it just forgets or doesn't know how to use that knowledge. (just like me fr)

On the topic of QiZae's autism, that all came from me. It loves to do arm flaps, fidget with its wings and necklace, and make noises with its mouth. They also love listening to my stories and flying around, doing loops in the air.

Much to my dismay, QiZae cannot disappear or go away. It is stuck with me until I find a way to leave limbo. On that note, when I go to a reality, QiZae cannot follow. (WOO) So they have to stay back and wait.

When I discovered that I could manifest things to appear, strangely, I wanted to have a cat appear first. A cat. Not a way out or something for more entertainment, I wanted a cat. (WELL EXCUSE ME FOR LOVING CATS!!) QiZae then pointed out that the cat wouldn't survive either way as there is no litter box, food, or water in limbo. That's when I realized that I don't need to eat, drink, go to the bathroom, or really sleep while I am in limbo. I had an existential crisis after realizing that.

I would describe QiZae as an annoying, loud, and overly hyper thing. QiZae would agree. It is loud, overly hyper, and annoying. It says that it is their best qualities. (Of course it would say that...)

QiZae, despite being a "fake" god, does have some kind of power. It created my journal and my ability to scroll endlessly on Twitter and others. I can only use Twitter and a couple other platforms. (It's a curse.) Despite that, I cannot access the Internet. I see no point in trying that hard to get help with my situation. With the help of QiZae, I started a journal of my adventures. (this account)

QiZae is a little silly and often compares itself to some white bear-looking thing that, strangely, I have no knowledge of. QiZae calls the bear something like "Cucu roach" or something. QiZae refuses to elaborate. (wowww)

ojfuk me olvide subir snipet qiza hoy

qizaed pleae tache me a spell I'm a new apperentice wizard I knoew to ned to know the spells thank you

Mr.

Stone

Letter 02.

Tis simple, really. if thy apprentice

wishes to know, then thy appren-

tice shall. the most common spell

casted is a simple level 1 light in-

cantation. it is achieved by harn-

essing light and balling it up, un-

like some other spells which re-

quire you to create it out of no-

thing. the incantation is triggered

through words, as the word sug-

gests. but to really give it magic,

you must imagine it with all of

your might. the words to this

incantation varies on your com-

fortability and skill levels. try any

word in any language that relates

to "light". your words have to be

overflowing with magic, yet drip-

ping calmly like a serene fountain.

you must know what you want be-

fore you initiate it.

warm regards,

Thagreor.

indiye qeder kime qirilsam resada eseblesmisem. kim meni incitse, kim aglatsa, xetrime kim deyse, qelbimi kim qirsa resada eseblesmisem. cunki o olsa qoruyardi meni. kimse mene gulden artig soz dese cavabini resada vererdi. ki hec kes dirnagiyla bele toxuna bilmezdi mene. cunki resad var idi yanimda, arxamda, her animda. 5 il kecib ustunden. 3 il olacag sevgilisiyle munasibetleri. 3 gun evvel gordum ikisini biryerde. saniyelik idi goz goze geldik resadla iller sonra. hec ne hiss elemedim, amma ciyninde qizin basi olub onun gozunun mende olmasina gore qiza uzuldum. neyse. cox xosbext olsun.

Oqlan qiza dedi "cix cole" ama qiz israrnan qalmaqi secdi

y esque tampoco esta mal q ella estuviese alli o que le gustase otra persona pero me sabe mal que no me lo dijese xq qizas mi opinion sobre salie cn ella o no hubiese sido diferente, rollo no la culpo sobre lo que hizo pero no lo siento justo en relación cn mi decision y se que esta mal x mi parte qmis sentimientos cambien en funcion de lo que hizo pero me duele que nada es tan especial como me imqgine

osvoy a subir un vlog d como hacer tu primera tortilla d patatas n unos dias qizas nunca

Hiyo. The original Hiyo.

I have to endure countless cycles of life for no reason. Who knows why it started? Who knows why i was chosen?

I hate it. Some people may be like, "Oh, it must be a blessing to be able to experience and explore different realities! It must be fun!" But it's not. At the beginning, it was. But after doing it for a long period of time, it becomes draining and really strains your mental health. Trust me on this.

Imagine living a horrible life, dying, and then finding out that you have to live with the trauma in the next reality. Eventually, the built-up trauma gets to you. And you are bound to go batshit insane.

Sometimes, I let all the hurt and trauma out in one reality and calms down in the next. It may stink for the people in that reality, but I really don't care. I'm going to die anyway and be in a different reality; why would it matter?

Due to having no one to blame for my misfortune, I created my own "god" to put all the blame on. The god's name is "QiZae". And yes, the Z is meant to be capitalized. QiZae is neither good nor bad. They may be crazy—goofy even—but really, all they are there for is to watch me. And QiZae knows. It knows that they aren't technically real. I created it and manifested its existence through my own imagination. Sometimes, QiZae reminds me of that.

I have my "travel" journal as well, which stays with me when I go to different realities. I use it to document my lives and thoughts. As it is a "magical" item, the pages never run out.

To return to limbo or to another reality, I must die. (yahoo!) By stabbing, drowning, electrocution, or other means, it doesn't matter. But it must be by someone other than myself. The only lingering question left that I have is: if I commit suicide, will I still go to another reality or limbo, or will I fully and finally die? Will I return to my original reality, or will I just fully die? I really don't want to find out, but at the same time, I do.

All this time and after all these years, I still feel young. I started this whole cycle at the age of 14, and technically I should be several thousand years old, but I only really feel like I am around 15–16.

Despite being able to interact and have friends in the realities, I am truly alone. QiZae isn't real; limbo is vacant, and the friends I make in realities, I have to say goodbye eventually.

I dwell in limbo alone. And I will never get any answers. The questions I have inside of myself will remain unanswered. The lingering doubt and uncertainty are forever within. Even if I wake up and goes back home, I will never be the same again. I love questioning my existence. It will happen again.

me prometo volver a escribir

poesía mala sin rima i melosa

en prosa solo por sentir la respiracion en el tiempo

admitirme poeta i no negarme más

volveré a tener secretos, un diario de vida, i expresiones concretas i materiales d canalizaciones creativas

agarrare vuelo i el flujo

me fundire con el trayenko de pies a cabeza, seguire escribiendo lo q c m venga a la mente. no me quiero juzgar, pronto podré editar, pero hemos de volver a empezar

escribir poemas (qizas buenos qizas malos) d noche i d dia

GREETINGS, ALL OF OUR PATERNAL PARENTS ARE THE LORD = LOROD = LOWER ROD IS OUR DAD = DEAD AND OUR MOMMIES = MUMMIES ARE CHEESES CRIES ARE OUR SAVIORS FOR THEY TRADED PLACES WITH US AND DYED SPIRITUALLY IN OIR PLACES. BEFORE YE ALL WERE TRANSFORMED INTO NEW PORN BABIES WE ALL HAD DYED IN THE SPIRITS AND PHYSICAL DEATH CAME TO OUR BADDIES LONG BEFORE WE BREATHE OUR LAST BREATHS AND HEART STOPS. SOMEPEOPLE = ZOMBIE POLES FROM PREVIOUS LIVES ON THIS PLANET EARTH THAT PASS AWAY ARE FULLY ADULTS, FULLY SHAPED SPIRITS THAT WENT INTO THE VIOLATIONS OF THE MILK CARTONS OF EVENING WE ARE CONCERNED WITH IN THIS TOPPIC. YE MEANING YOU AND ALL THAT WENT INTO YOUR MILK CARTON VIOLATIONS IN YOUR FORBIDDEN GENETILIA FRUITS, IN WHICH, 💘 💘 LOVE IS DEATH A D MAKE YE VAMS SEE ARROWS THROUGH HEART CENTERS 💘 💘.

DECEASED SPIRITS ARE WAITING FOR COUPLES TO VIOLATE THE MILK GARDEN PRINCIPLE OF MIXING THE MEN'S PARMALAT = SPARMALOT = SPERMALOT MILK WITH THE MILK CHEESES OF WOMEN TO BE ABLE TO ASSASSINATE COUPLES BY SHOOTING CUPID ARROWS = PUBIC ARROWS INTO YOUR COUPLES HEART CENTERS THAT TURNS YOUS INTO VAMS BECAUSE, OF THOSE ARROW VAMPINGS RESULTING IN YOUR SPIRIT DEATHS FOR SUCH VIOLATIONS = GENESIS CHAPTER 3 VERSE 3. WHEN THROUGH YOUR MILK MIXINGS, THE EGG OVARIES ARE FERTILIZED WHICH THE TRANSFER OF LIGHT TAKES PLACE WITH YOUR QIZ = QIZIRE LIGHTS GOING OUT FROM COUPLES INTO THE FETUSES THEN THEY FETUSES HAVE WHAT YOU HAD WHICH IS LIGHT AND YOU HAVE WHAT THEY HAD BEFORE BEING TRANSFORMED INTO BABIES AGAIN AND THAT YOU BEING ADULTS NOW HAVE DEATH FOR YOU TRADED PLACE TAKING ON THEIR THE SPIRIT WORLD TRANSFORMED INTO BABIES PAST LIFE SINS AND INIQUITIES. WHEN THIS HAPPENS COUPLES ARE TURNED INTO THOSE SPIRITS PARENT'S AND SAVIORS FROM SPIRIT DEATH FOR YOU AS THEIR PARENTS ARE DEAD AND MUMMY FOR BEING NOW THE LORD LOROD ARE OUR FATHERS IN CHEESES CRIES ARE OUR MOTHERS ARE OUR PERSONAL SAVIORS FROM DEATH FROM WHICH YE ALL CAME BEFORE BECOMING NEW PORN BABIES AGAIN. THE SUFFERINGS OF CHEESES CRIES IS WHEN WOMEN SUFFER THE PAINS OF CHILD LABOR. THE SHEDDINGS OF THE BLOOD OF CHEESES CRIES ARE WHEN AFTER GIVING BIRTH THEIR BLOOD IS SHED ALL OVER THOSE BABIES AND THY MOTHERS BLOOD IS PRECIOUS AND CLEANSE THE BABIES RITUAL BEING THEIR BIRTHDAY = BIRTHDAY CLEANSINGS = CLEANING AND THE ANGELIC BEAMS ARE SINGING. THE PLACENTA IS THE BLOOD MASS BEING CREASE = CUT, MASS = BLOODSHED AND PLACENTA, SONDAY IS THE INHERITANCE OF YOUR INNER SON HEART 💘 💘 WHEN THE ANGELIC BEAMS PUBIC ARROWS YOUS ALL WITH YOUR SPIRIT ASSASSINATION OF YOUR HEART LIGHTS CALLED QIZ = QIZIRE, THUS , GIVING THEM TO THOSE CHILDREN THAT COMES OUT OF THE CHURCH = CHURCHA = CHOCHA OF THY MOTHERS BEING CHEESES CRIES. THOSE MOTHERS GIVING BIRTH ARE CRYING AND WHEN BABIES ARE DELIVERED ALSO, CRIES.

ABOVE PHOTO ILLUSTRATION IS THE LIKENESS OF A QIZIRE AND NOTICE THAT IT'S SHAPED LIKE AN EGG AND THIS ALSO, WHAT EASTER = EAST STAR = EASTERN STAR = GIZA = QIZA = QIZIRE SONDAYS BEING REALLY ABOUT IS OUR BIRTHDAYS AND CREASE MASS SONDAYS IS WHEN WE SAYING WE WERE PORN FOR WE MALE AND FEMALE ARE THE TRUE KINKY HAIRS = KINK HAIRS = KING HEIRS AND THAT INHERITS THE BOUNDLESS INTERGALACTIC UNIVERSES BECAUSE, THE QIZIRE IS THE STARSHIP NEEDED TO TRAVEL WITH THAT'S WHY WHEN LOOSING QIZIRE VEHICLE TO YOUR LOWLY SINS = SENSUAL DESIRES YOU WILL DYE IN SPIRIT TO BE REPORN OVER AND OVER AGAIN ETC. FOR MORE SCRIPT READINGS, YOUR SUPPORT AND CONTRIBUTIONS WILL BE APPRECIATED BY SENDING CREDIT AND DEBIT CARD INFORMATION INCLUDING AMOUNTS YOU WISH TO DONATE USING FOLLOWING EMAIL ADDRESS: [email protected]

December and it’s magic.

Day 10 of December, but lots of memorable things happen. At first, I dont know if I would fall this deep, I would be so out of my mind like this. 

But I think I like your patience and persistence. My heart acknowledge your effort to be in my life that thus it falls for you. Usually people will start with texting each other then get serious. But our story is the opposite, you settled in a serious way then approximately 3 years after we finally open up to each other. Through my ups and downs, and every struggles, you never fail to encourage me. 

And I like you, inside out. From the way you converse with me, your characters, the way you think, and your sincere heart. You’re genuine and it shows, you care, you make me feel listened and appreciated.

And I’ll choose you, I’ll choose you over and over again without a doubt, without a pause. It means so much to have you by my side. I hope you’ll be blessed with happiness and health. 

And yeah, what better ways to end 2017 rather than making more good memories to cherish right? 

December, you’re the last one, so be the best one. 

P/s : dear overly-attached fiance,you’re so cute buat perangai-tak-survive this morning.haha. I love you baby.

Deməli bayaq köhnə iş yoldaşım yazıb, yuxulu yuxulu oxuyub heç bir zad başa düşmürəm.

“Sene kimse yazdigin hekayelere gore yaza mene xeber et yaxsi? Menen xebersiz cavab yazma. Yaxsı?”

Yarımsaat sonra.

“Qaqa ele bilki Bele bir tema var. Sen mene atdigin hekayeler var idie Men onlari daniwdigim qiza atmiwdim oz adimnan guya men yazmiwam, Oda gedib dergi yazarlar ne bilim be seyfesine atibki Namiq yazib. Mende mecbur dedimki dostum coxdan cxarib onu, Ona satmiwam, Oz adinan cxarib. İndi senin adini istediler, Verdim dedilerki onda dostun sergiye girsin oz adiyla senin adin cekilmeyecek, Yeni xeberin olsunda bele bir tema var, 3_4 il bunan qabaq qiza atmisam indi uze cxir🤦🏻‍♂️ 😂”

Öz yazdıqlarımla bir pox eləyə bilmirəm, ama “sayəmdə” sevgili olub evlənən adamlar belə oldu. Niyə də ala niyə belə olur ?! Bəs mənim məhəbbət payım hanıı?

Bir şeyi dilə gətirmək istəyirəm. Bəlkədə linç yağmuruna tutulacam amma olsun. Həqiqətən illərdir Tumblr işlədən biri olaraq buranın da bəzi sosial şəbəkələr kimi dəyişməyəcəyinə ümid edirdim. İndi isə vəziyyət çox dəyişib, porn blog temalı səhifələrə yazan qaqalar, qruplarda son göndərimi rb edin deyən qızlar və s. Sevinirəmki bu günə kimi heç vaxt hansısa göndərimi paylaşın dəyə kiməsə yazmamışam və hansisa bir qiza hec vaxt özəlinə yazıb narahat etməmişəm. Həmişə Tumblr a bir tanışlıq, məhşurluq məqsədi ilə deyil də sadəcə içimdə olanları yazmaq üçün girmişəm. Çox xahiş edirem buranı da öz mənfi düşüncələrinizin zibilliyinə çevirməyin.

(Ps: sirf kiməsə ünvanlı olaraq paylaşılmayıb, sadəcə əvvəlki Tumblr'ı istəyirəm artıq..)

Se que qizas tiene o no tiene que ver con el rol. Aunque de cierta forma si tiene que ver en estos tiempos. Pero me resulta alarmante como R y otros usuario de rol atacan en WP a una persona que estuvo de ausencia porque un familiar estuvo con Covid y por eso no se conectaba ¿De verdad se ha vuelto tan intolerante el mundo del rol que no tienen la capacidad de pensar un poco que la otra persona en esa situación lo que menos va a hacer es pensar en un foro de mierda?

Si no pueden entender esa situación, no tienen que darles explicaciones. El rol es para divertirse, no para estarse agobiando. B⊕REDOM.