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I am never the same at the end of the day I started. I switch temperaments, personalities, fandoms, tones of address, hair colors, styles and whatnot faster than images transform in a kaleidoscope. I tend to speak my mind, sometimes crassly.
Over time my tastes have settled and occasions where I close a story in disgust are not rare. If I commented on your story I meat what I wrote. I don't expect you to reply to my comments. I like critique and flames better than I like praise ad flattery. I do not tolerate ass kissing and i will forever naively hope for you to update.
Would you believe if I said I have been reading FF for 12 years now?
1)What I've learned from it is that I hate most drama. The whining and everyone dropping lone tears left and right. Dramatic gasps and little sighs. It's called self restraint. Your characters have it. Stop robbing them of their dignity. Really makes me want to set things on fire.
2)The other thing is OOC. Consumed by rage in its distilled form. There must be a logical course of events leading up to certain behaviors. WRITE. IT. UP.
3)Another thing that makes icy flames appear is peoples disregard of psychology and emotional development. You cant just go from point A to B. There's a MuFu journey in the between. It should be logical.
4)I'd gleefully set fire to any and all Mary-Sues. Shoot them between their ever colour changing eyes. BAM!
5)Stuffing character dialogues full of slag they'd NEVER use. There are differences between American English ad British English. It's worth paying attention to.
6) When character aren't supernatural gracing them with absurd powers like downing a tray full of shots with three beers in under 10 minutes, (And OK, fine that can happen if you just chug nonstop) once the character has gotten drunk (and ingesting alcohol takes a while ppl, more time than 1,6 miutes. Do your effin research, with experiments if needed) puking it out makes them instantly sober. You can't puke out what's in your bloodstream, besides ... AAAARRRRGHHHHHH!
I'm left scarred, proudly - as if each mark on my character were an initial, a signature in the guestbook of my existence. An "I was here" where someone thought my body worth of such vandalism.
- Dan Beirne
Do I contradict myself?
Very well then I contradict myself,
(I am large, I contain multitudes.)
- Walt Whitman (Song of Myself)