Hello. My name is Lee.
I am a writer and an artist, and as such, things related to art and writing will frequently be posted here.
I am, more often than not, a fairly happy and well-adjusted person, and I no longer have the patience or time to associate with people who are not. So if you happen to be one, please vacate the premises promptly.
An idea struck me on the train
Let’s see where this goes
or actually several links
mfw i check these blogs out
mfw i see such RIVETING THINGS AS
‘HERE’S THIS GROUP ROLEPLAY HERE GO JOIN’
‘HOW TO CHOOSE A FACE CHARACTER’
‘HOW TO MAKE GRAPHICS IN PHOTOSHOP’
mfw the entire tumblr roleplaying community is apparently HIPSTERS
mfw i have no face
One for each day
And after I had already finished the discussion I looked back and thought
Did I waste my time arguing about this
Why do I even care about what some terrible writer does with their terrible character?
SO LISTEN UP WORLD.
Just for the record, I don’t really care what you do with your shitty characters in your stupid stories (and those adjectives are just, like, my opinion, man). I actually am embarrassed for caring in the first place ever.
Not that I needed to like spell it out.
Just like, I tend to think about writing and character development and all that A LOT and I have a lot to say about it even in regards to stuff I see.
But really though, why should I? If someone goes around wanting to be shitty at writing who am I to pass out advice or try to help them if they didn’t ask for it?
So that’s kind of going to be my policy from now on. I’ll still write things about writing in my other blog, but… I’m not going to really obsess about or even think about what other people are doing unless I’m specifically asked to. Otherwise it kind of is a huge waste of time.
I already avoid most of the stuff that’s created on the intertubes that I’m not specifically involved in (roleplays etc) or that isn’t the creation of close friends because I don’t care for it and my standards are really high… So this is more just the logical extension of such behavior I suppose.
But I don’t think I ever have dreams that could be considered pleasant
The sorts of dreams I have almost always have me as some regular guy (for the setting of the dream at least). And then, partially through my own fault sometimes, partially through no one’s fault, I end up being somehow pursued by something really nasty.
A person or a group of people or an organization or some other kind of entity that wants to do extreme harm to me
Kind of odd
Not that I would want to stop having these dreams because I love my bizarre and unsettling dreams and they are a major part of my inspiration
I’m just saying, they are weird
If you think, in this day and age, in 2012, that using rape as character development is super grimdark omg and that you are a hardcore edgy trendsetter for daring to write such a thing and touch on such an important topic
Stop thinking you’re so edgy and new and especially stop thinking that that’s some profound shortcut to great character development because in actuality it’s really easy to fuck up really badly to the point that it becomes damned offensive
That horse was buried years and years ago and what you’ve done is dug up its maggot-covered corpse and started smacking it around, causing maggots to fly everywhere. There’s some maggots in your hair, it’s hella gross.
do you guys ever project your own issues onto your characters
like, looking back in time at the various things ive gone through, i can find a pattern in the characters i create, or at least the characters i hone in on
back in my early teens, all my characters had some kind of mental illness, usually severe ones, because i was having a REAL rough time coming to terms with my own condition. i would give them horrible disorders so that i’d be able to look at THEIR lives and think “hey i’m not doing so bad in comparison”
then i hit my mid to late teens and i start cobbling together a bunch of body horror characters in an effort to overcome my powerful desire to peel off my own skin and run away
then i get real real sick and i start making a good few disfigured, weak, and dependent characters, because i needed somebody to share how i felt
i cant believe i’ve never noticed this before
I was just talking to Lim about this last week, actually. I’ve found that I’m incredibly detached from my primary characters because they were all outlets of emotions I had when they were active. Gospozha and Tillerman, for instance, existed almost solely for me to vent my sexual frustration because of the relationship I was in. Echidna, Evander, and Carson were also outlets. I still love all of them very much, but right now, because I’m not the same person I was when I created them, I don’t need them. Hopefully they’ll become something more to me in the future.
I think one huge reason why I’m so attached to FKMT characters is that most of them represent, to me, my ideal image. All my favourite characters carry traits that I desire for myself or in a partner, so I latch onto them. (Morita, Ginji, Endou, Kaiji, and Harada are the most obvious ones.)
At the moment, other than my story characters (although the relationship between Aiko and Jiken is obviously a projection of my hopeless romanticism), McArson and Sir are the only ones who I’m able to fully convey emotion through. I’m fine with that, but I feel bad that whenever I draw original content is basically the same shit over and over. 6__9
i have to be drowning in severe emotional distress to maintain characters what a bother
I was actually thinking about this for a long time lmao.
Basically all of my characters have dad problems. Shitty dads, or dads who ran away, or sometimes a combination of both, or one who died or they never knew, or other stuff, etc. I’ve literally spent time thinking about it and I can really only immediately pull up one character who has a dad who is still alive and who he is on good terms with.
It strikes me as really weird though because while my biological father was a huge bag of dicks who I severed contact with long before my dad adopted me after marrying mom, I was never like mentally scarred by shit he did
Maybe I am and I just don’t know it
But it’s not something I often think about like ever because I was so young when all the shit with him went down that I can no longer recall if all of it is real or imagined or what
And so it startles me that it might be having an actual subconscious effect on my character creation.
I’ve steadily been working on it every day
Sometimes I get over a thousand words, sometimes I get a bit over 500
I don’t have a set limit (beyond getting over 500), I just write as much as I feel like each night before going to bed
Anyway that was beyond the point
It’s so easy to write this story in particular because I suppose I have no idea what I’m doing or where I’m going. At this point, nothing makes sense in it, really, and aside from a few things I want to insert, nothing has to make sense. I’ll figure it all out as I get further in, I’m sure