Where they kneeled with wide eyes as they had a pleding look as they looked upon me on top of the battlement between the merion standing on the embrasure a look of furious hate on my face as behind me my girls were flanking me.
My hellhound having jumped up on top of the merion as they had hellish flames covering her body nose to tip of her tail as my minotaur had her two handed axed halbert with massive head sitting across her shoulders in a lazy manner.
More like the eldritch beings.
sometimes they need to come out to play, ive had some vivid nightmares like that
I guess so. LOL!
Iām really out the loop because Iām playing āfree taxiā to my roommate for transplant kidney complications on top of kids in school.
It might actually be a sacrifice to write, this year.
I havenāt been working on Project Red because I want to start writing chapter 16 and beyond at my new apartment.
If I donāt get midterm grades tomorrow i will lose my mind.
My heart rate is screwed and idk if itās my new meds or something else. Kinda worried, but we ball
I have ten days now before I move.
I wanted to get a moving company for my things, but they cost over $800.00 which is wild to me.
So, I am going to be using a U-Haul instead.
Uber X, glam in the morning, shady rehearsal venue, fungi fortified smoothies, nobody in this country wants to dance anymore.
I only got 1 grades.
Also why is it that one low grade plummets your overall mark but it takes like 40 high grades to bring it back up? Let me have my 4.0 damn it >:[
Went to the library close to me for one final time to get some reading in. I also got in a bit of walking too.
It was nice today.
https://linksqueen.tripod.com/bw.html
This might not be the worst fanfiction, but it is the one that pisses me off the most lol.
Iāve decided to make Anjan the main character instead of Jorildyn, who is going to become the secondary main character.
The story might work out that way.
i shouldnāt have complained about the dance markā¦
I need to buy big rugs for my apartment.
But I need to figure out what color, the thickness, and the size of the rug I need.
What pisses you off about it?
Oh, where to beginā¦
So this is a fanficiton of a fanficiton, wherein the original author records a dream journal of her relationship with her husbando, Link from Ocarina of Time. This spin-off by another author decides to kill off Link by throwing himself upon the Master Sword, on top of an altar. This entire fanficiton is the melodrama that follows, a funeral where each of the sages are supposed to give a rememberance speech, but mostly talk about how his death made them feel, that they didnāt actually know him all that well, how they wish they could turn back time(in the game where time travel exists) that only if they could see into the future (the sages are able to see into the future), that clearly this was destinity and it canāt be helped, and misusing the phrase āmurdered in cold bloodā in relation to a suicide.
Oh, and also itās a songfic. Not of Broken Wings, though, thatās just the title.
Can you see why this might not be my favorite fanfiction?