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Still feeling rather sorry for myself...
Nov. 23rd, 2006 10:48 pmThis is my routine:
Hey, no one ever said I was bright.
Hey, no one ever said I was bright.
Still feeling rather sorry for myself...
Nov. 23rd, 2006 10:48 pmThis is my routine:
Hey, no one ever said I was bright.
Hey, no one ever said I was bright.
Too damn late
Nov. 22nd, 2006 01:55 amSo, I've finally hit the big 30k, and not a moment too soon considering there's only a week and a bit to go. It's stupid, I have job training in the morning but nooo, Skull Bearer will not work on her NaNo during the day, Skull Bearer will work on it at unholy hours of the night and bitch about being tired to her Livejournal! I'm going through my days in a permanent state of exhaustion and it's all my fault.
*sigh*
In other news, my story has developed a very nasty twist that I may have to expand upon in future, and my cousin has come over from Germany and I spent the evening with her and her boyfriend. I haven't seen her for years and it's weird how when you're young two years age difference hold you apart, but now it's completely beside the point. She's nice, I like her and at least she can speak good english, we spent the evening discussing the sorry state of the world at large and catching up on our family, tpoics which may or may not be related.
Right, that's enough. I'll try and get ready for bed and the bare handful of hours' sleep I'll get. *double sigh*
*sigh*
In other news, my story has developed a very nasty twist that I may have to expand upon in future, and my cousin has come over from Germany and I spent the evening with her and her boyfriend. I haven't seen her for years and it's weird how when you're young two years age difference hold you apart, but now it's completely beside the point. She's nice, I like her and at least she can speak good english, we spent the evening discussing the sorry state of the world at large and catching up on our family, tpoics which may or may not be related.
Right, that's enough. I'll try and get ready for bed and the bare handful of hours' sleep I'll get. *double sigh*
Too damn late
Nov. 22nd, 2006 01:55 amSo, I've finally hit the big 30k, and not a moment too soon considering there's only a week and a bit to go. It's stupid, I have job training in the morning but nooo, Skull Bearer will not work on her NaNo during the day, Skull Bearer will work on it at unholy hours of the night and bitch about being tired to her Livejournal! I'm going through my days in a permanent state of exhaustion and it's all my fault.
*sigh*
In other news, my story has developed a very nasty twist that I may have to expand upon in future, and my cousin has come over from Germany and I spent the evening with her and her boyfriend. I haven't seen her for years and it's weird how when you're young two years age difference hold you apart, but now it's completely beside the point. She's nice, I like her and at least she can speak good english, we spent the evening discussing the sorry state of the world at large and catching up on our family, tpoics which may or may not be related.
Right, that's enough. I'll try and get ready for bed and the bare handful of hours' sleep I'll get. *double sigh*
*sigh*
In other news, my story has developed a very nasty twist that I may have to expand upon in future, and my cousin has come over from Germany and I spent the evening with her and her boyfriend. I haven't seen her for years and it's weird how when you're young two years age difference hold you apart, but now it's completely beside the point. She's nice, I like her and at least she can speak good english, we spent the evening discussing the sorry state of the world at large and catching up on our family, tpoics which may or may not be related.
Right, that's enough. I'll try and get ready for bed and the bare handful of hours' sleep I'll get. *double sigh*
...to include:
Do Not visit the Imperial War Museum while having a psychic day. You'll start picking up all the bad vibes around the renovated bombs and start to feel sick and dizzy. Also, visiting the Holocaust section is probably a bad idea too.
(seriously, I couldn't go near one of the exibits, I nearly fell over)
The whole list, which comprises of some several thousand tid-bits of information, remains one of the least heeded bits of advice in Skull Bearer's brain, thus she has nobody to blame but herself if she had to sit down on the floor halfway through her visit.
(It was a cool trip though, the museum's great and I learnt a lot. Sadly, the above lesson will not be one of those)
Incidentally, I am working on those lists.
...to include:
Do Not visit the Imperial War Museum while having a psychic day. You'll start picking up all the bad vibes around the renovated bombs and start to feel sick and dizzy. Also, visiting the Holocaust section is probably a bad idea too.
(seriously, I couldn't go near one of the exibits, I nearly fell over)
The whole list, which comprises of some several thousand tid-bits of information, remains one of the least heeded bits of advice in Skull Bearer's brain, thus she has nobody to blame but herself if she had to sit down on the floor halfway through her visit.
(It was a cool trip though, the museum's great and I learnt a lot. Sadly, the above lesson will not be one of those)
Incidentally, I am working on those lists.
Work update
Aug. 26th, 2006 11:47 pmSo, apparently work has ended up being even more bizarre than I could have even imagined. It's exhausting, I have to stand there 10-6, with only a short break for lunch. My arms and hands hurt, and I have cramps in my chest from waving the bubble-sword around. Plus, my hands are so chapped I don't even know where to start, hand cream this isn't.
Other than that, it's actually one of the best jobs I've had for a long time.
I've got a nice tan from staying outside all the time, and it's a nice change from data collecting, where everyone hates you and you feel pretty bad for lying to all those people. Itstead, I stand on the pavement and blow bubbles for the general enjoyment of everyone. If they want to by our stuff, were there, if they don't, well, bubbles never hurt anyone.
Plus, there's the location. In case you don't know, Camden Lock is the home of the freaks, the outcasts and everything alternate. I fit in nicely. So far I've met a gothic lady with a ferret, several bands of hyperactive pirates, a some old friends turned otakus, an old teacher of mine, a nazi cyclist, tourist of every shape, size and culture (I spoke more French today than English), a seven year old goth kid, punks with hairstyles that defy both trend and gravity, policemen who come by on their beat to buy out toys for their kids, mad guys who leap out in front of cars and pretend to have been run over, senile Jesus-guys who march past with their placards comdemming us to hell, and basically enough colourful characters that I'm going to have to go back and edit this when I remember more.
Incidentally, the hyperactive pirates hyjacked our stall and held us up with out own bubble guns. I blew bubbles at them until they surrendered. The nazi cyclist got hit by one of my bubbles (that's fifty points) and threatened to get the police on us, but he was the one exception. Everyone else so far has been nice.
So, I am not only a bubble demonstrator, but also a traffic hazard. I should put up a warning sign. I am also apparently a tourist attraction, seeing as a load of people took pictures of me and my bubbles.
One thing with this job is that you have a lot of spare time. Luckily I can listen to my music while demonstrating, so it's not bad, still, you do start thinking odd things- odder than usual, I mean.
For example, I've already mentioned that there's this old preacher that rambles up and down the street shouting, now this guy is -to his own mind- a latter day prophet. Yet no-one wants to listen to him preach, prefering instead to ignore him and watch me blowing bubbles. Which suggest the question, what if there were bubble demonstrators at the time of Jesus Christ? Would everyone have ignored him in favour of watching the pretty bubbles?
I ran into so many old friends today, first I met Jenny, who I used to hand out with at school- despite the fact that she's six years younger than me- and her brother. We hung around debating completely random topics and generally having fun. Then I met Ms Murphey, an counciller at my old school, and finally I ran into Rowan, who I haven't seen for months.
My jaw hit the floor.
Roawn was one of the afor mentioned Otakus, and was dressed in a frilly maid's outfit. Now this is nothing new to Camden, where you see people dressed as pirates, vampires, Matrix-wannabes, punk rockers, wizards, whores and a quite number of nameless things. Unfortunately Rowan is fairly short, rather plump, and with a complete mane of frizzy hair, so she looked quite ridiculous.
(PS- If Rowan is reading this, firstly, congrats on getting a LJ! Secondly, I'm sorry about that, but it did look completely daft, and you were better off wearing your Rammstein outfit. But then I'm not an anime fan, so I'll never understand)
Plus, I got paid £70 for just one day's work (that's over a hundred euros, and $130). This totally kicks arse since it's cash in hand.
So, I'm being paid a ridiculous amount in order to blow bubbles, chat to random people, and get very tired indeed. Fair trade.
Work update
Aug. 26th, 2006 11:47 pmSo, apparently work has ended up being even more bizarre than I could have even imagined. It's exhausting, I have to stand there 10-6, with only a short break for lunch. My arms and hands hurt, and I have cramps in my chest from waving the bubble-sword around. Plus, my hands are so chapped I don't even know where to start, hand cream this isn't.
Other than that, it's actually one of the best jobs I've had for a long time.
I've got a nice tan from staying outside all the time, and it's a nice change from data collecting, where everyone hates you and you feel pretty bad for lying to all those people. Itstead, I stand on the pavement and blow bubbles for the general enjoyment of everyone. If they want to by our stuff, were there, if they don't, well, bubbles never hurt anyone.
Plus, there's the location. In case you don't know, Camden Lock is the home of the freaks, the outcasts and everything alternate. I fit in nicely. So far I've met a gothic lady with a ferret, several bands of hyperactive pirates, a some old friends turned otakus, an old teacher of mine, a nazi cyclist, tourist of every shape, size and culture (I spoke more French today than English), a seven year old goth kid, punks with hairstyles that defy both trend and gravity, policemen who come by on their beat to buy out toys for their kids, mad guys who leap out in front of cars and pretend to have been run over, senile Jesus-guys who march past with their placards comdemming us to hell, and basically enough colourful characters that I'm going to have to go back and edit this when I remember more.
Incidentally, the hyperactive pirates hyjacked our stall and held us up with out own bubble guns. I blew bubbles at them until they surrendered. The nazi cyclist got hit by one of my bubbles (that's fifty points) and threatened to get the police on us, but he was the one exception. Everyone else so far has been nice.
So, I am not only a bubble demonstrator, but also a traffic hazard. I should put up a warning sign. I am also apparently a tourist attraction, seeing as a load of people took pictures of me and my bubbles.
One thing with this job is that you have a lot of spare time. Luckily I can listen to my music while demonstrating, so it's not bad, still, you do start thinking odd things- odder than usual, I mean.
For example, I've already mentioned that there's this old preacher that rambles up and down the street shouting, now this guy is -to his own mind- a latter day prophet. Yet no-one wants to listen to him preach, prefering instead to ignore him and watch me blowing bubbles. Which suggest the question, what if there were bubble demonstrators at the time of Jesus Christ? Would everyone have ignored him in favour of watching the pretty bubbles?
I ran into so many old friends today, first I met Jenny, who I used to hand out with at school- despite the fact that she's six years younger than me- and her brother. We hung around debating completely random topics and generally having fun. Then I met Ms Murphey, an counciller at my old school, and finally I ran into Rowan, who I haven't seen for months.
My jaw hit the floor.
Roawn was one of the afor mentioned Otakus, and was dressed in a frilly maid's outfit. Now this is nothing new to Camden, where you see people dressed as pirates, vampires, Matrix-wannabes, punk rockers, wizards, whores and a quite number of nameless things. Unfortunately Rowan is fairly short, rather plump, and with a complete mane of frizzy hair, so she looked quite ridiculous.
(PS- If Rowan is reading this, firstly, congrats on getting a LJ! Secondly, I'm sorry about that, but it did look completely daft, and you were better off wearing your Rammstein outfit. But then I'm not an anime fan, so I'll never understand)
Plus, I got paid £70 for just one day's work (that's over a hundred euros, and $130). This totally kicks arse since it's cash in hand.
So, I'm being paid a ridiculous amount in order to blow bubbles, chat to random people, and get very tired indeed. Fair trade.
Thinking...
Aug. 21st, 2006 01:16 pmFor a while, I've been thinking of the whole good vs evil thing, and what people nowdays term 'bad' or 'satanic' (please note that I was a satanist for a time, and am well place to know what is demonicly influenced or not). And I've decided that the person who can sum up my beliefs on the whole topic isn't a religious author at all, he's a comic fantasy writer, and his name is Terry Pratchett.
There are two books in particular which sum my thoughts up nicely, the first is from his book 'Johnny and the Dead'. I don't have the book with me so I'm writing this from memory, the main character, Johnny, is thinking about all the things people term satanic- Oija boards and so on.
Cards and boards, Johnny thought, and games. That's not dark forces. Going on about heavy metal and Dungeons and Dragons because it had demon gods in it, is like barricading the door when "It" is coming up through the floorboards. Real dark forces... Aren't dark, They're sort of grey, like Mr Grim. They'll take a town like Blackbury and turn it into frightened streets where no one wants to live and no one really does live. The Dead seem more alive than us. And everyone goes grey, and turns into number, and somewhere, someone starts to do arithmatic.
The demon god Yoth-Ziggurat may want to chop your souls into a thousand pieces, but at least he doesn't tell you you don't have one.
The second book (which I do have with me), is the Discworld novel 'The Light Fantastic', unlike Johnny and the dead, it's a fantasy novel.
Rincewind stared, and knew there were far worse things than evil. All the demons in hell would torture your very soul, but that was precisely because they valued souls so highly; evil would always try and steal the universe, but at least it considerted the universe worth stealing. But the grey world behind those eyes would trample and destroy without even according it's victims the dignity of hatred. It wouldn't even notice them.
I know it's rather stupid to look for meaning in a comic fantasy series, but if I look at the world going on around me, it seems as though I'd be better off trusting my moral compass to Terry Practhett, rather than all the holy books in the world put together.
There are two books in particular which sum my thoughts up nicely, the first is from his book 'Johnny and the Dead'. I don't have the book with me so I'm writing this from memory, the main character, Johnny, is thinking about all the things people term satanic- Oija boards and so on.
Cards and boards, Johnny thought, and games. That's not dark forces. Going on about heavy metal and Dungeons and Dragons because it had demon gods in it, is like barricading the door when "It" is coming up through the floorboards. Real dark forces... Aren't dark, They're sort of grey, like Mr Grim. They'll take a town like Blackbury and turn it into frightened streets where no one wants to live and no one really does live. The Dead seem more alive than us. And everyone goes grey, and turns into number, and somewhere, someone starts to do arithmatic.
The demon god Yoth-Ziggurat may want to chop your souls into a thousand pieces, but at least he doesn't tell you you don't have one.
The second book (which I do have with me), is the Discworld novel 'The Light Fantastic', unlike Johnny and the dead, it's a fantasy novel.
Rincewind stared, and knew there were far worse things than evil. All the demons in hell would torture your very soul, but that was precisely because they valued souls so highly; evil would always try and steal the universe, but at least it considerted the universe worth stealing. But the grey world behind those eyes would trample and destroy without even according it's victims the dignity of hatred. It wouldn't even notice them.
I know it's rather stupid to look for meaning in a comic fantasy series, but if I look at the world going on around me, it seems as though I'd be better off trusting my moral compass to Terry Practhett, rather than all the holy books in the world put together.
Thinking...
Aug. 21st, 2006 01:16 pmFor a while, I've been thinking of the whole good vs evil thing, and what people nowdays term 'bad' or 'satanic' (please note that I was a satanist for a time, and am well place to know what is demonicly influenced or not). And I've decided that the person who can sum up my beliefs on the whole topic isn't a religious author at all, he's a comic fantasy writer, and his name is Terry Pratchett.
There are two books in particular which sum my thoughts up nicely, the first is from his book 'Johnny and the Dead'. I don't have the book with me so I'm writing this from memory, the main character, Johnny, is thinking about all the things people term satanic- Oija boards and so on.
Cards and boards, Johnny thought, and games. That's not dark forces. Going on about heavy metal and Dungeons and Dragons because it had demon gods in it, is like barricading the door when "It" is coming up through the floorboards. Real dark forces... Aren't dark, They're sort of grey, like Mr Grim. They'll take a town like Blackbury and turn it into frightened streets where no one wants to live and no one really does live. The Dead seem more alive than us. And everyone goes grey, and turns into number, and somewhere, someone starts to do arithmatic.
The demon god Yoth-Ziggurat may want to chop your souls into a thousand pieces, but at least he doesn't tell you you don't have one.
The second book (which I do have with me), is the Discworld novel 'The Light Fantastic', unlike Johnny and the dead, it's a fantasy novel.
Rincewind stared, and knew there were far worse things than evil. All the demons in hell would torture your very soul, but that was precisely because they valued souls so highly; evil would always try and steal the universe, but at least it considerted the universe worth stealing. But the grey world behind those eyes would trample and destroy without even according it's victims the dignity of hatred. It wouldn't even notice them.
I know it's rather stupid to look for meaning in a comic fantasy series, but if I look at the world going on around me, it seems as though I'd be better off trusting my moral compass to Terry Practhett, rather than all the holy books in the world put together.
There are two books in particular which sum my thoughts up nicely, the first is from his book 'Johnny and the Dead'. I don't have the book with me so I'm writing this from memory, the main character, Johnny, is thinking about all the things people term satanic- Oija boards and so on.
Cards and boards, Johnny thought, and games. That's not dark forces. Going on about heavy metal and Dungeons and Dragons because it had demon gods in it, is like barricading the door when "It" is coming up through the floorboards. Real dark forces... Aren't dark, They're sort of grey, like Mr Grim. They'll take a town like Blackbury and turn it into frightened streets where no one wants to live and no one really does live. The Dead seem more alive than us. And everyone goes grey, and turns into number, and somewhere, someone starts to do arithmatic.
The demon god Yoth-Ziggurat may want to chop your souls into a thousand pieces, but at least he doesn't tell you you don't have one.
The second book (which I do have with me), is the Discworld novel 'The Light Fantastic', unlike Johnny and the dead, it's a fantasy novel.
Rincewind stared, and knew there were far worse things than evil. All the demons in hell would torture your very soul, but that was precisely because they valued souls so highly; evil would always try and steal the universe, but at least it considerted the universe worth stealing. But the grey world behind those eyes would trample and destroy without even according it's victims the dignity of hatred. It wouldn't even notice them.
I know it's rather stupid to look for meaning in a comic fantasy series, but if I look at the world going on around me, it seems as though I'd be better off trusting my moral compass to Terry Practhett, rather than all the holy books in the world put together.
(no subject)
Apr. 16th, 2006 07:23 pm6 weird habits/things about me.
1- I have a beauty spot on the edge of my lower right eyelid. I also have another one on my lip, people always ask me if it's ink. I have a dragon tattoo and more scars than I care to count (mostly on my hands).
2- At age 15, I got tangled up in brambles, my skin was completely shredded and I still have a few scars. Afterwards I went sunbathing, when the scabs fell off I was covered in white marks, since the new skin hadn't tanned. I spent six months looking like a zebra in reverse.
3- I have to wash my feet before bed, even if I'm camping I'll pour water over my feet before getting into my sleeping bag. i just don't feel clean without doing it.
4- I need at least 3-4 hours of solitary daydreaming or I get cranky. What do I daydream about? Dragonlance of course ;). Among other things. I used to be completely anti-social as a child, and even after seven years of therapy, I still need this.
5- I like having a book with me when I'm playing a computer game to read during the loading times. This particularly weird since the loading times are only about 30 second long! I prefer short, simple stories, and Eva Ibbotson's children's books are favourite. I love the woman's style.
6- I have a sword in my room. It's a £320 replica Nazgul sword from the Fellowship of the Ring. I bought it a good three years ago and everyone told me I'd regret it, I still haven't.
I could go on and on, but it would bore you.
1- I have a beauty spot on the edge of my lower right eyelid. I also have another one on my lip, people always ask me if it's ink. I have a dragon tattoo and more scars than I care to count (mostly on my hands).
2- At age 15, I got tangled up in brambles, my skin was completely shredded and I still have a few scars. Afterwards I went sunbathing, when the scabs fell off I was covered in white marks, since the new skin hadn't tanned. I spent six months looking like a zebra in reverse.
3- I have to wash my feet before bed, even if I'm camping I'll pour water over my feet before getting into my sleeping bag. i just don't feel clean without doing it.
4- I need at least 3-4 hours of solitary daydreaming or I get cranky. What do I daydream about? Dragonlance of course ;). Among other things. I used to be completely anti-social as a child, and even after seven years of therapy, I still need this.
5- I like having a book with me when I'm playing a computer game to read during the loading times. This particularly weird since the loading times are only about 30 second long! I prefer short, simple stories, and Eva Ibbotson's children's books are favourite. I love the woman's style.
6- I have a sword in my room. It's a £320 replica Nazgul sword from the Fellowship of the Ring. I bought it a good three years ago and everyone told me I'd regret it, I still haven't.
I could go on and on, but it would bore you.
(no subject)
Apr. 16th, 2006 07:23 pm6 weird habits/things about me.
1- I have a beauty spot on the edge of my lower right eyelid. I also have another one on my lip, people always ask me if it's ink. I have a dragon tattoo and more scars than I care to count (mostly on my hands).
2- At age 15, I got tangled up in brambles, my skin was completely shredded and I still have a few scars. Afterwards I went sunbathing, when the scabs fell off I was covered in white marks, since the new skin hadn't tanned. I spent six months looking like a zebra in reverse.
3- I have to wash my feet before bed, even if I'm camping I'll pour water over my feet before getting into my sleeping bag. i just don't feel clean without doing it.
4- I need at least 3-4 hours of solitary daydreaming or I get cranky. What do I daydream about? Dragonlance of course ;). Among other things. I used to be completely anti-social as a child, and even after seven years of therapy, I still need this.
5- I like having a book with me when I'm playing a computer game to read during the loading times. This particularly weird since the loading times are only about 30 second long! I prefer short, simple stories, and Eva Ibbotson's children's books are favourite. I love the woman's style.
6- I have a sword in my room. It's a £320 replica Nazgul sword from the Fellowship of the Ring. I bought it a good three years ago and everyone told me I'd regret it, I still haven't.
I could go on and on, but it would bore you.
1- I have a beauty spot on the edge of my lower right eyelid. I also have another one on my lip, people always ask me if it's ink. I have a dragon tattoo and more scars than I care to count (mostly on my hands).
2- At age 15, I got tangled up in brambles, my skin was completely shredded and I still have a few scars. Afterwards I went sunbathing, when the scabs fell off I was covered in white marks, since the new skin hadn't tanned. I spent six months looking like a zebra in reverse.
3- I have to wash my feet before bed, even if I'm camping I'll pour water over my feet before getting into my sleeping bag. i just don't feel clean without doing it.
4- I need at least 3-4 hours of solitary daydreaming or I get cranky. What do I daydream about? Dragonlance of course ;). Among other things. I used to be completely anti-social as a child, and even after seven years of therapy, I still need this.
5- I like having a book with me when I'm playing a computer game to read during the loading times. This particularly weird since the loading times are only about 30 second long! I prefer short, simple stories, and Eva Ibbotson's children's books are favourite. I love the woman's style.
6- I have a sword in my room. It's a £320 replica Nazgul sword from the Fellowship of the Ring. I bought it a good three years ago and everyone told me I'd regret it, I still haven't.
I could go on and on, but it would bore you.
Skull Bearers
Feb. 20th, 2006 06:24 pmMy screen name is now perfectly applicable. My father brought me three skulls.
One's made of solid obsidian, and it's pretty stylised, but very beautiful.
The second is carved from ox-boke, it's realistic, if a lot smaller than a real one.
And the third is my favourite, a pocket-sized skull 2" high and 1" long, again made of bone and very cute. Fits in my hand perfectly.
I am the Skull Bearer!
One's made of solid obsidian, and it's pretty stylised, but very beautiful.
The second is carved from ox-boke, it's realistic, if a lot smaller than a real one.
And the third is my favourite, a pocket-sized skull 2" high and 1" long, again made of bone and very cute. Fits in my hand perfectly.
I am the Skull Bearer!
Skull Bearers
Feb. 20th, 2006 06:24 pmMy screen name is now perfectly applicable. My father brought me three skulls.
One's made of solid obsidian, and it's pretty stylised, but very beautiful.
The second is carved from ox-boke, it's realistic, if a lot smaller than a real one.
And the third is my favourite, a pocket-sized skull 2" high and 1" long, again made of bone and very cute. Fits in my hand perfectly.
I am the Skull Bearer!
One's made of solid obsidian, and it's pretty stylised, but very beautiful.
The second is carved from ox-boke, it's realistic, if a lot smaller than a real one.
And the third is my favourite, a pocket-sized skull 2" high and 1" long, again made of bone and very cute. Fits in my hand perfectly.
I am the Skull Bearer!
Ten Ways to Know You're Reading a Fic by Skull Bearer:
1) If your reading a recent Raistlin/Dalamar fic, chances are that it's one mine.
2) If it's been written during the last year, it'll be for the Ivory and Ebony series.
3) If it's anything else, chances are it'll be gen, horror and decidedly strange.
4) A het fic will include either: a. Mocking humor, b. Death on a massive scale, or c) Both.
5) Most fics will have a small snippet of whatever music I was listening to at the time of writing as tribute.
6) All stories will be dark or feature dark characters.
7) There really are far too many Raistlin/Dalamar slash fics for them to belong to a sane individual.
8) Most of the poetry rhymes.
9) Disclaimers tend to be forgotten or mentioned only once or twice per chaptered fic.
10) I tend to personalises myself as a deranged version of my namesake, and usually end up dismembering one or more disliked characters.
1) If your reading a recent Raistlin/Dalamar fic, chances are that it's one mine.
2) If it's been written during the last year, it'll be for the Ivory and Ebony series.
3) If it's anything else, chances are it'll be gen, horror and decidedly strange.
4) A het fic will include either: a. Mocking humor, b. Death on a massive scale, or c) Both.
5) Most fics will have a small snippet of whatever music I was listening to at the time of writing as tribute.
6) All stories will be dark or feature dark characters.
7) There really are far too many Raistlin/Dalamar slash fics for them to belong to a sane individual.
8) Most of the poetry rhymes.
9) Disclaimers tend to be forgotten or mentioned only once or twice per chaptered fic.
10) I tend to personalises myself as a deranged version of my namesake, and usually end up dismembering one or more disliked characters.
Ten Ways to Know You're Reading a Fic by Skull Bearer:
1) If your reading a recent Raistlin/Dalamar fic, chances are that it's one mine.
2) If it's been written during the last year, it'll be for the Ivory and Ebony series.
3) If it's anything else, chances are it'll be gen, horror and decidedly strange.
4) A het fic will include either: a. Mocking humor, b. Death on a massive scale, or c) Both.
5) Most fics will have a small snippet of whatever music I was listening to at the time of writing as tribute.
6) All stories will be dark or feature dark characters.
7) There really are far too many Raistlin/Dalamar slash fics for them to belong to a sane individual.
8) Most of the poetry rhymes.
9) Disclaimers tend to be forgotten or mentioned only once or twice per chaptered fic.
10) I tend to personalises myself as a deranged version of my namesake, and usually end up dismembering one or more disliked characters.
1) If your reading a recent Raistlin/Dalamar fic, chances are that it's one mine.
2) If it's been written during the last year, it'll be for the Ivory and Ebony series.
3) If it's anything else, chances are it'll be gen, horror and decidedly strange.
4) A het fic will include either: a. Mocking humor, b. Death on a massive scale, or c) Both.
5) Most fics will have a small snippet of whatever music I was listening to at the time of writing as tribute.
6) All stories will be dark or feature dark characters.
7) There really are far too many Raistlin/Dalamar slash fics for them to belong to a sane individual.
8) Most of the poetry rhymes.
9) Disclaimers tend to be forgotten or mentioned only once or twice per chaptered fic.
10) I tend to personalises myself as a deranged version of my namesake, and usually end up dismembering one or more disliked characters.
