The Seamstress
@astrologicalGhostwriter
if you are from 8eforus you may recognize my alias and typing style from certain projects i am known for. or may8e my work transcends even time and space i cannot 8e sure.
I h8 the way most people use the phrase "I didnt know it at the time 8ut X" in their writing!!!!!!!! Why would you use it right 8efore that thing happens!!!!???? It should 8e used to mention that the character didn't know how the event that just happened will have long standing ramifications in the far flung future that intrigues the reader to see how it gets to that!!!!!!!!
im g8nna fucking crash 8ut if i see another comment that c8lls my w8rld 8uilding and mo8d setting "author yap" 8ITCH WHAT IS ANYTH8NG IM WRITING!!!!!!!!
There are unfortunately those who do not appreciate such talents.
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Gary, I'm sorry, I neglected you Oh, I never expected you to run away and leave me feeling this empty Your meow right now would sound like music to me Please come home, 'cause I miss Gary
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Is it wrong to wish you were 8orn on Alternia?
Very poetic, indeed. I will warn you that your counterpart, though her life may seem more exciting, has underwent a far greater degree of suffering along the ride. I would of course know. Hee Hee.
I don't owe anyone an explanation on my feelings. If you don't like that then you can fuck right off. Forgive me for imagining more for myself.
im afraid i do not know who you refer to and i would prefer you keep it to yourself
LET ME RESTATE THIS WITH THE FLAMES ON A LITTLE LOWER. JUST SO YOU KNOW, YOU HAPPEN TO SHARE A FACE WITH A TROLL I CONSIDER JUST ABOUT THE MOST INSUFFERABLE BITCH EVER TO SUBSIST OFF OF WEEVIL HARDTACK, SO I MIGHT HAVE BEEN A LITTLE MORE INSTINCTIVELY SPINY WITH MY QUILLS RIGHT AWAY. YOU OBVIOUSLY SEEM LIKE YOUR WHOLE THING IS PLUGGING WHAT A LITERATE SAVANT YOU TOOT YOUR OWN FUCKTRUMPET TO BE. SO I'M GIVING YOU A CHANCE TO PUT YOUR THOUGHTS ON THE PAPER, HERE. WALK ME THROUGH THE THOUGHT. I AM LISTENING WITH RAPT, ALBEIT LASER-EYED CURIOSITY.
Fine. You have torn it out of me I hope it is worth it. And let me say that with the caveat that I do in fact know all a8out how horri8le everything on Alternia is. Some may descri8e it as literal hell even. I know I would suffer and most likely hate it. 8ut is it wrong to 8e jealous of something you now know you almost had, that was almost your ideal fantasy in many ways and it turned out that if someone looked left instead of right it wouldn't just 8e a fantasy. It's almost like it was a light that was snatched from me at the very last second and all I have to show for it is others with your face and name receiving attention, 8oth good and 8ad. May8e I should consider it a lucky 8rk. 8ut I just can't. Knowing that I had no control of my own destiny. I hope this sufficed.
SIGH. YEAH. IT DID. LOOK, SEAMSTRESS. I AM GOING TO BE SO FUCKING "FOR REAL" WITH YOU, RIGHT NOW. AND JUST BECAUSE YOU'RE BEING SO ABDOMINAL SAUSAGE-TWISTINGLY SINCERE ABOUT IT, I'M GOING TO TURN DOWN THE FLAMES A *LITTLE* BIT. WHICH I ACKNOWLEDGE, TEND TO RUN HOT. I'LL ADMIT THAT MUCH OUT LOUD. I MIGHT NOT HAVE LIVED ON BEFORUS, BUT I'VE LIVED IN TIMES THAT WERE, BY VIRTUE OF BEING FURTHER AHEAD THAN THE OTHER, PRETTY DAMN GOOD COMPARED TO SOME OTHER GRATUITOUSLY FUCK-AWFUL VERSION OF THE WORLD. AND MY ALTERNIA WASN'T A CAKEWALK. BUT IT HAD BREAKFAST CEREAL AND FIDUSPAWN AND JUST ENOUGH ADVANCEMENTS IN HEALTHCARE THAT EVERY TIME MY HUSKTOP FUCKING *EXPLODED,* I DIDN'T DIE. AND I'LL BE HONEST WITH YOU, I WAS AN IMAGINATIVE WIGGLER. YEAH. I GET IT. I'VE THOUGHT ABOUT WHAT IT WOULD BE LIKE TO GO ON ADVENTURES BEYOND THE CONCRETE CONFINES OF MY LITTLE DOMESTIC CELL BLOCK. I KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO WISH YOU WERE HATCHED IN A PLACE WHERE YOU COULD HAVE MADE THE MOST OF YOURSELF. BUT LOOK AT WHAT YOU ALREADY DOING. IN THE TIMESPAN THAT YOUR SORRY ASS LOGGED ONTO THIS FETID DIGITAL CRAWLSPAWN, YOU'VE BEEN WRITING MORE AND MORE WITH EACH CHITT, TO THE POINT WHERE YOU'RE GUNNING FOR THE *RANKMAID'S* SPOT IN TERMS OF LONG-FORM WRITING CONTENT. I'M PRETTY SURE THAT FOR ASPIRING WRITERS, THIS SORT OF MONOTONOUS, DAILY EXERCISE IN FUTILITY IS CONSIDERED "REALLY GOOD PRACTICE." IN OTHER WORDS, I THINK YOU'RE GOOD AT THIS AND GETTING BETTER. BUT THE "GETTING BETTER" PART IS WHERE THE ADVENTURE IS, BECAUSE THAT'S WHERE THE *DANGER* IS. AND DANGER IS THE THING YOU'RE WISHING FOR, RIGHT NOW. I'M JUST SAYING. MAYBE BEING A WRITER IS THE WAY THAT *YOU* BE AN ADVENTURER. I'M NOT TRYING TO YANK YOUR FROND AROUND OR ANYTHING, HERE. MAYBE YOU'RE ALREADY WHERE YOU NEED TO BE.
That certainly is an imaginative way to view it. I'm not exactly sure what the danger in writing is, I already know I'm good at it. 8ut I will try to adopt this mindset. This sounds like an amica8le outcome for 8oth of us.
As the demure office worker stands on the edge of the cliff she finds herself staring at the ocean. The waves were calm and yet each splash sounded like cannon fire, may8e it was a sign of what was actually going on 8eyond the small simple shoreline she had grown so accustomed to. If she were 8rave enough could she find that there were more who had thought like her and eschewed their 8oring lives for adventure and danger? 8ut it's not like she could just get up and make a new life for herself there were logistics to consider and she hardly had any skills 8eyond categorizing random 8ullshit. It was a near nightly ritual for her, praying that one day her lust for the unknown would conquer her fear of it. Tonight 8rought only the same results, so she turned her 8ack and walked solemnly to her hive 8efore day 8roke and the cycle would repeat anew when the moons came out in a few hours. #firstdraft
Okay I'll do another confession. I am afraid to try and connect with any temporally or 8iologically troll connected to me. I wonder if anyone has figured out who I am or if I am content with trying to stay the anonymous writer? I'm too afraid to make a move just like I was too afraid to stray from societal conventions only escaping it in my dreams and writing.
My confession is that I resent every moment of my life that was spent in a work alcove filing paperwork and 8eing forced to always conform to the social standards and let those who were "too weak to fight 8ack" or "they didn't know any 8etter" of those lower 8looded folk who get culled and coddled while us mid-highs did the most 8oring and mundane shit imagina8le. I hate every second I didn't attach my name to my work for fear of 8eing seen as a "8ad egg". I could go on.
is it a gift or a curse to find out that your alternate selves have lived the exact life you wish you could have yet they seem to 8e in such pain due to it........?
i suppose i will turn in and retire for the foreseea8le future. perhaps my muses will strike me in my sleep.
earth and alternia horror movies are much more graphic than those of 8eforus there is some sort of allure to it...
why do all the TTRPGs suddenly have to 8e overpriced. now my army is WORTHLESS!!
i am feeling a 8it 8urnt out on continuing any of my HIGHLY ANTICIP8D writing endeavors. having a shit day in the office8ox usually fuels me to write more 8ut it seems to 8e different today.
So this is my take on Beforan Vriska aka Aranea's Beforan Ancestor. I have a lot of thoughts on Beforus in general and since there isn't a lot to go off with it its definitely going to differ from others but hopefully we can still have fun interactions regardless. Not sure how much specifics I should get into due to that but we will see.