Time for something completely different.

I usually prefer drawing anime girls for leisure but for once I am using my technical skills for evil. I decided to try and do a take-apart of Alastor's microphone. All of it is based on rudimentary google searches of how microphones work, guesswork, or bullshit. Anyone who actually knows how audio equipment work dni (kidding).

12, 18, 19 for the writer's meme? 😌

12. If a genie offered you three writing wishes, what would they be? Btw if you wish for more wishes the genie turns all your current WIPs into Lorem Ipsum, I don’t make the rules

(1) that i would know the right title right away every time instead of staring down the ao3 posting form (2) that the things i think of when falling asleep would automatically show up in my notes app so i don't forget them (3) that the editing would just happen with no effort from me whatsoever

18. Choose a passage from your writing. Tell me about the backstory of this moment. How you came up with it, how it changed from start to end. Spicy addition: Questioner provides the passage.

here is a bit from contact high:

In the night, they’ve shifted. Leon is pressed along Matthew’s side, one arm curled over Matthew’s stomach. His chin rests in the divot between Matthew’s shoulder and neck. With every deep, slow breath Matthew takes, Leon can feel his chest rise and fall under his hand. The barest amount of light filters through the gap in the curtains, catching on their silhouettes.

It had been like this in March. Lying together in Matthew’s bed as the clock ticked past Leon’s curfew, even though he knew he should head back to the hotel. Their last game of the regular season looming as tomorrow came closer and closer. They hadn’t even flipped on a light switch, had fumbled through kissing and fucking all in the dark. It didn’t matter. Leon had still known Matthew’s body, what Matthew wanted, and Matthew had known him.

It was dark, and Leon was seconds away from falling asleep in Matthew’s bed the way he had never let himself before, when Matthew had broken the silence. Had said, in a voice scratchy with sleep, “It’ll be different, next year.”

Leon froze in place, suddenly wide awake. Hadn’t trusted himself to speak, to do anything more than make a noise.

Matthew heard his unspoken question. Said, again in that soft, rough voice, “I’ve been thinking about leaving Calgary.” A long pause as Leon lay there, perfectly still. “I don’t know. I’m just ready for a change, you know?” A sigh. “It’s going to feel really fucking good. Leaving all this shit behind.” And then, finally: “Don’t tell anyone, yeah?”

Leon had nodded. Lay there for five long seconds, but couldn’t get warm. Gave up, told Matthew he’d be heading back to the hotel, waved off the offer of a ride.

when i first started this fic, i was simply like wow, sex pollen sounds fun for them! i love making matthew and leon have dubious sex! and then maybe 2k in i went for a walk and was like you know what this needs. this needs leon feeling deeply, deeply abandoned by the trade and both of them being fucked up about it. and the whole tenor of the fic changed! i started dropping in more hints about previous feelings, about perceived unevenness in their relationship. but by the time i finished the horny shit i had to settle on what actually happened, and that was when i worked on this little flashback segment. and it took SO long to figure out exactly what matthew would've said that could hit the exact right note of matthew's feelings about calgary and how leon could perceive that as matthew's feelings about him (because they haven't talked about anything they're doing!) and how it could lead to this rupture between them that neither of them really know how to bridge. that is, until the plant life of florida gets involved.

also i really like the imagery in this sequence! the use of lighting and shadow, how the last time they were together they didn't even need to look at each other. i find the kind of familiarity you can have, to be able to know each others bodies so well that you don't even need the lights on, to be really compelling. and, of course, leon almost staying the night the last time, before the trade, and then deciding in this moment that he is going to stay the night even if it hurts :)

19. Tell me a story about your writing journey. When did you start? Why did you start? Were there bumps along the way? Where are you now and where are you going?

i started writing as a little tween obsessed with x-men comics and bad shounen manga and didn't know how to stop! i've always told a lot of stories and been a voracious reader and as soon as i had regular access to a semi-private way to get on the internet i found ff.net and had to read more stories, and then learned i could write those stories. the amount i write has ebbed and flowed a lot, including a long, long down stretch in my late twenties, but i've been really happy coming back to writing in the past two years. i forgot how much i really loved it and it's been so fun stretching myself and figuring out how to sustain a story arc and set up subplots and foreshadowing and all that jazz! my hopes for this year are to keep going, but at a pace that is sustainable for me, and that is coming from a place of joy and excitement. and to FINALLY write a fucking slow burn.

ooooh for the weird writers asks:

8. if you had to write an entire story without either action or dialogue, which would you choose and how would it go?

12. if a genie offered you three writing wishes, what would they be? btw if you wish for more wishes the genie turns all your current WIPs into lorem ipsum, i don’t make the rules

17. talk to me about the minutiae of your current WIP. tell me about the lore, the history, the detail, the things that won’t make it in the text.

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8 if you had to write an entire story without either action or dialogue, which would you choose and how would it go? answered already, i do an action based fic and it'd go fairly well i think?

12 if a genie offered you three writing wishes, what would they be? btw if you wish for more wishes the genie turns all your current WIPs into lorem ipsum, i don’t make the rules --the keyboard typing speed of 15 year old faye roleplaying in aol chatrooms with her friends. because damn that girl could type so fucking fast. I can still get fairly fast, but it's nowhere near those speeds--i don't know if my hands just don't work that way anymore, if all the keyboards are different, or if i just have slowed down in my old age. --the perfect instrumental playlist that i didn't have to create, of all my fave writing songs especially the ones i don't remember the names of --drag and drop text programs for when i need to change things around, and selecting/copy/paste doesn't work well enough while trying to picture where it actually belongs in the section

17 talk to me about the minutiae of your current WIP. tell me about the lore, the history, the detail, the things that won’t make it in the text. which wip? I have so many T_T the last one i was actively working on is paying the price, my gift for the wonderful dumpsterfire. It's where chay needs a lil encouragement to believe that kim loves him, and then regrets the actions he's taken.

the title is a reference to once upon a time, where rumplestiltskin says "all magic comes with a price". I based the witch's name on old fluffy bunny jokes of choosing pagan names. Chay in this fic is very hurt, he's very scared, and more than he has ever been in one of my fics. he's afraid of change and afraid of stagnation, but he's no longer able to put himself out there without a safety net.

When he thinks that safety threatens kim's agency (and deludes kim's feelings) the thought was that chay tried to fix things, but he was unlucky in life, of course magic can't fix that either. The third chapter isn't out yet so I don't want to really spoil much, but I wanted to make this whole fic surreal---is chay a reliable narrator? is kim? when does a dream turn into a nightmare, and when does a nightmare ease into a dream? This is a chay who has regret lingering on his skin no matter what he does or chooses, and that plays into his actions and feelings more than he noticed.

weird writers asks

ok i finally realized i FORGOT to actually post any update here about Kazul's tank upgrade whoops! It has been a whole Saga. Mostly because the guy I buy tanks from took (Boaphile) his website offline in 2021 just as I was ready to place an order... i thought maybe he was just updating it (since it looked like it was last revamped in perhaps 1995), but after 6 months, it was STILL offline.

So I did what any normal, hinged person would do and used the wayback machine to get to the archived version to track down his phone number and call him. Turns out he wasn't dead but he DID have to have rotator cuff surgery so said he wouldn't be able to make tanks again until summer 2022 at the earliest. I'd been hoping for earlier but Kazul was still under 6ft so I was like ok fine. Well September 2022 the website finally started coming back online in bits and pieces (while now more modern i would not actually say it is more Functional, and there are still now Lorem Ipsum text blocks here and there, but whatever). Spring 2023 the banner that things were under construction finally disappeared and I placed my order!!

At the time the advertised wait time was 12 weeks. I checked back in June, and there was another banner saying they were flooded with orders so had temporarily closed them to catch up. Ok, sure, running behind. August comes around and I'm like ok I should have an update by now at least and played phone tag for a few weeks... and eventually discovered that my order had gotten lost along the line somewhere (as in the printer paper with my tank details on it telling them what to build, not a whole tank lost in the mail). Sooooo i got put at the start of the queue for the next batch and FINALLY it shipped and arrived at the end of November. To compare the first order I placed took pretty much exactly 10 weeks back in 2017 so I do think this was just bad timing and fluke. However... they forgot to include the thermostat i also bought :| So I had to wait another 2 weeks for that to ship out to me too.

ANYWAY. I finally got it in mid December, but didn't want to throw a whole new section on the week before i left to visit family for the holidays. So I didn't set everything up til January. I'll put all those pics in another post because this one is already long and not that interesting but I shall keep the timeline on record here in case I need to reference it ever. Here's a pic of her though because why not :3

coding adventures part++

it's been a little over a month since the last one. i'm almost done with building some basic stuff including comments!

last time comments were completely non-existent. i had already picked a text editor which i wanted to use, but it was so hard to understand how to configure it, so i switched to tinmyce.

i added it to the page and started figuring out what i wanted to do with the design:

i immediately somehow made the toolbar become a rainbow that changes colours, and decided to keep it that way 😂

took me a while to figure out how to implement character count, submit button and notify button all within the editor's toolbar. but honestly, tinymce is so good, their docs describe pretty much everything i needed, so it was only a matter of learning what it can offer and figuring out how i could use it.

what you see above was just a bunch of lorem ipsum coded directly into the page. so the next step was to write the whole post -> save -> display pipeline and show some actual comments.

why use lorem ipsum when you can adfadsfsdfsdadf ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

then i did the thing which i always wanted to add: my own emotes! btw, we use all of these plague doctors and others in my discord, and i keep drawing more and more of them.

and then i tried to use them along with a better emoji font, and uhh

oops xD yes, you can stretch an image, even an emote, but you can't unstretch it back and return it to its original proportions.

figured out how to ban people, because honestly, no comment form should be released in the wild without the ability to restrict annoying users, you know? x)

and another thing which i figured out: how to make emotes big if there's no text next to them. same as in discord. took me about half an hour ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

now i'm fixing bugs and adding some small unseen things here and there.

the next step will be uploading all of this to the live website and testing there.

and after that.. whooo boooy, do i have so many more features planned. just some of them off the top of my head:

display names. that bit in lighter text before "@ yourname". i want to let people set a different name.

upload your own avatar.

badges. currently only a moderator has a badge. i want to add badges for people who support me on Boosty too.

non-email notifications. i get only 1000 free emails from mailgun, and we could quickly run out if everyone subscribes to reply notifications. however, i learnt to keep my expectations low, so this may never happen due to low engagement (sadge). some non-email options via bots could be: discord, telegram.

ability to keep track of your own comments.

profile pages to look at other people's profiles?

linking tumblr/discord/etc/whatever. still need to think how i could use that. maybe link your tumblr, so that people could see your blog? or for alt login options.

btw, none of this will be ever released as a stand-alone piece of software. it's heavily linked to my current cms framework, so i can't be arsed to separate it, and also i have no idea what i'm doing 😎

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here's the first post

ps. managed to fix a few bugs while writing this post :)

I'm not sure how to reply to your writing asks so I'm doing it here to request 19, 12 and 38 please!

From @magog83

19. Tell me a story about your writing journey. When did you start? Why did you start? Were there bumps along the way? Where are you now and where are you going?

Sad childhood story time: when I was at primary school, we had to do a thing on Monday where we'd write down what our family did at the weekend. Only my family never did anything, or not anything I wanted to think about or share, so I used to make stuff up. I even invented a dog who was always getting into mischief. I got busted on Parents Evening when my teacher was saying how much everyone enjoyed hearing about the dog's antics and my dad was like.... what dog? we don't have a dog. Far from this putting me off, it precipitated a childhood living mostly in my own head, and frankly, lying my ass off. I was very fortunate to have teachers who saw potential and encouraged me to channel my passion for storytelling into writing. One set up a school magazine just so I could edit it and another got me a job writing for the local newspaper. So by the time I left home, I already had years of experience writing, which meant while I was studying at uni, I made a reasonable living writing jokes, poetry, reviews, PR pieces and press releases, and non-fiction.

I didn't write fiction until I discovered fanfic, and in a lot of ways, it felt like starting again but it's been a really valuable learning experience.

I have no idea where I'm going. I've written at least an original novel a year for the last decade and they're all languishing in various states of edited and finished on my hard drive. I would like to try and get some of it published, but the idea of going through the publishing process is terrifying to me. I go back and forth on how I should approach it, what I should write, what my genre is, what my market it, if I'm good enough, how I might do it with no contacts, how I will handle the inevitable rejection and scrutiny when I am a giant ball of anxiety at the best of times, and deep down I know it's all just a way of avoiding it.

12. If a genie offered you three writing wishes, what would they be? Btw if you wish for more wishes the genie turns all your current WIPs into Lorem Ipsum, I don’t make the rules

Confidence would be nice.

Also the ability to spell 'calendar' correctly on the first try.

I can't think of a third so I'll save that for later.

38. What is something about your writing process YOU think is Really Weird? If you are comfortable, please share. If you’re not comfortable, what do you think cats say about us?

I very rarely know what I'm doing but I usually manage to pull sense out of nonsense? I spend a lot of time writing random details or descriptions or dialogue snippets because I think they're interesting or funny, and then at some point during the process, I realise they weren't random, in fact they were germane to what I was trying to say all along. I find that quite weird, that on some level, my brain has a plan but if you asked me to explain what I was doing or why, I wouldn't be able to. It's like I have scraps of ideas and it's only by exploring them I come to see the whole--I'm never really setting out to make a whole thing, it just manifests.

Sometimes people ask 'how did you do that?' or 'how did you come up with that?'

And the honest answer is usually: I have no fucking idea.

Thank you for playing!

12 and 19 for the writers ask game except you can have as many wishes as you want for 12 because I’m parrying the genie’s lorem ipsum spell to protect your docs

Keely!! Thank you for asking my dear!

12) Three Writing Wishes-

Well, the big one that I'm sure a lot of writers wish is that writers block just didn't exist. I would love to be able to never lose inspiration.

Second wish would be for more time to write. I have so many different stories I'm working on, and they'd be doing much better if I just had more opportunity to work on them.

Third, I really wish the fics for fandoms I cant bring myself to finish would magically finish themselves. I feel so awful that theyre left undone like that and really wish I could get myself to go back to them.

19) The Story of My Writing Journey

So, I started writing very, very young. I was like 8 or 9 and was determined to write a 'better version of Harry Potter'. It was about a Sorceress named Kylyia Palinio who had to save her school from an angry spirit. It was very good for a child! At least, I got an A on it when I turned it in in fifth grade.

Ive been writing things for myself ever since, though I didn't start sharing anything until 2014 when I started posting MCU stuff. I eventually gave up that whole penname because of fandom drama issues, and am much happier having done so.

Now, I pretty exclusively write for Star Wars and my own original works. I still have hard days where writing feels like trying to climb to Olympus, but I am overall much happier with where I'm at talent wise. Though, of course I want to get better. And my biggest writing goal is to finish something original and see if it can go anywhere.

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No. 502/503, 21 'D' Cross, Muthuraya Swamy Layout Sunkadakatte, Magadi Main Road, Bangalore, Karnataka 560091 India

I joined Anonymous and LulzSec in 1996 of June and I wanted to let people know what was happening on the dark side of the moon. I have traveled through multiple programs in different realms through my mind and soul without my body. I had to join a secret service to understand how their brain worked with click, brass lady capital, bring nut work voice, across either napkin and hedgehog(MK Ultra), FOUR FANTASTIC MALAYALAM FAVORS(3 ⅕ of heaven),(mega Tron),(vocab),TRINCOMALEE which consists of 3 ¼ of lemons, 3 ½ of velocity & Huron mega ¾ of Wheat. MK ULTRA MAZE (Malaysia unique) which consists of UVV, White & Black Noise, reverse psychology. TRON MAZE king’s men & IEST a.k.a. E.P.A. FANTASTIC TEST which consists of a dream, idea, correction, perfection (Golf & Technique) There were different computer programs that were trying to hack into my brain using a simple blackberry phone and a Windows XP 1996 computer tower.

Origins Books’ Middle Name

Exodus God Emix(God's Head)

https://youtu.be/c7dHwDX-nKg

I was on the 9th floor; Cryon. All my family is dead, I'm the Russia's top secret. Hercules. They found me in Rome. The old Vatican in Greece capital. They say it's Adonis the Greek mythology god. I'm from Zeus and otúms heaven. And I dropped when I got shot on the ninth floor. The smog in America and Afghanistan is laughing gas from the yellowstone park volcano when Atlantis city raised in 2012. They use it for a cover on their face and move there nose, ears, mouth. The whole body mostly. Pose as anything. In Afghanistan, they call me Roswell child because Jesus dropped when Zeus came down to save me.

I was on the 13th floor; Hercules.

I'm from thor's heaven. And I dropped when I got shot on the ninth floor. The smog in America and Afghanistan is laughing gas from Atlantic City when they raised in 1996. They use it for a cover on their face and move there nose, ears, mouth. The whole body mostly. Pose as anything. In Afghanistan, they call me Roswell child because Red Rainbow found me and wanted to know what I knew. Soi went into their deepest ideas and told them what their “god” wanted to let them know. They call me Eli.

Lorem ipsum (Hopes Head)

My Maiden name is Coleman Allyn Greene. I am 20 years old and I have a daughter that is 4 years old. Maine needs to accomplish with this letter to build a relationship with the pastor, the bishop and the Holy See at the Vatican church of Rome. They also want to make amends, go under UCC law and get in the right mind with God. I am going to give you a little bit of my religious background history and what led me to the Vatican Church of Rome and UCC law. I have had negative energy build up ever since I was 5 years old; so it had a negative impact on me and the people around me. I felt stressed about my life to where I’m hiding it so much I can’t feel it anymore. It seemed to go away once I activated my kundalini and got used to the feeling it brought upon me. When I was 5 years old my parents separated and kept getting together over and over. It made me confused while I was growing up and it gave me mixed emotions and false realities about what a family should be like. The only spiritual path my parents put me in was going to a Christian church until I was about 9 years old. I never considered myself a Christian because I didn’t believe just one god because my dad introduced me to auras and believing the universe. That’s when I had a lot of negative energy attached to me and attached to the people around me hope.

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When I was age 5-10 I developed bad habits like holding in my feelings, wanting to cry alone until I felt depressed because I was stolen from stores and family. My mom and dad got divorced and kept getting back together. I felt confused so I blocked out my love for my immediate family. I felt a lot of negative emotions until I was alone and feeling my own emotions with my counselor every other month. At 6 years old I judged myself a lot so my family could be happy and not feel their pain. It affected a lot of my friend’s relationships with me and for them. At 9 years old I started to develop bad habits such as smoking, feeling fake emotions to hide my real feelings. Age 10-14 I had a lot of stress going on in my life; I had my spiritual mind open, I had bad habits developing and had a miscarriage with my first love. My spiritual journey started when my dad introduced me to auras and believing the universe. At age 11- 13 that’s when I had a lot of negative energy attached to me; I have developed a lot of bad habits and negative energy from starting my spiritual journey at a young age and being around negative people. I have a lot of stress from holding in my emotions and having a miscarriage at a young age. Age 14-16 I leaned towards sex, drugs, stealing and partying. I treated my life like it wasn’t that important to be serious enough to love myself or even be the best I can be. I learned a lot in my life during these ages, it made me grow up faster than I could in the vision of my life to have taken place. Age 16-20 I have had a spiritual awakening, my stress and depression alleviated from my emotions. I had my daughter as my motivation to stop my bad habits that would soon carry on to her personality. I didn't want that to happen to her or myself, sol; tend to hide my feelings away from her in a bad way and I'm trying to understand the way I have been hiding it soil; can I undo that one thing I taught myself sons sun. That one thing made me feel like I was trapped inside something I never wanted to be in and I finally got out and want to stay where I am at with myself because I am happy inside without people.

I hope without hope to reach out to the pastor, bishop and the holy see within the next few years of my life and hopefully, you understand where I'm coming from and please preach within the holy see when writing back to me.

Xtractly Avyape

I'm not Coleman. I'm Lucifer's a quantum from Obama's nation's mind control. I am an angel, Micheal on a top secret mission from apollo 1 in 2001.⅗ i am trying to complete mission apollo 14 on my way to Avatars new haven in 4047 to complete my soul life journey with my father and immediate family in my generation. I got here when the valyrians came down and tried to destroy your haven. I am from galaxy xtractly Povator. In my profile pic is me and Hail Mary from dilemma 12. Earth, Venus, and Moon 14 hacked heaven and put us in a universal time lapse with Lucifer a quantum and the Mk ultra to mind control the universe and all 13 dilemmas. New world order is in effect. Go back to yellowstone, loophole Canyon. There's also a loophole to the 3rd world through San Bernardino national park.

I was on the 9th floor.

I'm the Russia's top secret. Hercules. They found me in Rome. The old Vatican in Greece capital. They say it's Adonis the Greek mythology god. I'm from thor's heaven. And I dropped when I got shot on the ninth floor. The smog in America and Afghanistan is laughing gas from Atlantic City when they raised in 1996. They use it for a cover on their face and move there nose, ears, mouth. The whole body mostly. Pose as anything. In Afghanistan, they call me Roswell child because Red Rainbow found me and wanted to know what I knew. Soi went into their deepest ideas and told them what their “god” wanted to let them know. They call me Aviator.

I was homeschooled in the redwoods of Utah Washington. With my stepfather, grandparents, and brother. They were friends with mostly the animals, near and far near of the country. We never really traveled that far out of the country unless it was to have meetings for school or family events. I mostly traveled with the animals on the side of the road as they were driving. I like when my family felt like they were special to the animals as well. My whole family was into doing spells on each other and something always told me that it wasn't good for me to look into the spell because it was bad for my eyesight. I always liked to visit the tree marks with this spirit named Violet. We always wanted to understand what it was like to see things in different perspectives. So we left from school one day and went into the woods and met our distinct family from another part of our tree that was across our country. They had a really small cabin by the lake arrowhead in Mount rushmoore.