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Polarity
Hey, Aspen, you look lost. Do you have any idea what you're doing to yourself? Or more importantly, do you have a clue what you're doing to everyone else?

Yeah, Chris. Yeah, I know. But here's the thing: I'm making an effort to be different.
You're hopeless. Nothing changes, and you know that. You won't change, and no one else will, either.
If I'm hopeless, then why are we even having this conversation? I can and will change, no matter what you say. As for everyone else, I can't speak for them. But I know who I can trust and who I can't, and the ones I can will help me.
There's no helping you. You're just going to alienate and disappoint those people. Just like so many other people you used to know, trust, and love.

That just means I have to help myself. And once I do that, I can get other people new and old to help me further.
You making new friends? What a joke. What you have now is all you'll ever have, and you'll force them away from you the same way you d
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Marlboro Man
Once an hour I
Go outside to kiss butts and
Slowly kill myself.
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Doomsday.
    I would like to start by saying in advance that I'm sorry, Joanne, if you even still remember that name. But anyone who wore the hat and chanted around a Skype fire was called to the cult. The Cult of passion and passive-aggression, the Cult of beauty and backstabbing, the Cult of comradery and corruption. Many of you have escaped, but those who remain probably don't even know you're trapped. You're test subjects in a maze with no prize waiting for you at the end. Rather, you navigate a labyrinth with nothing but your end at the hands of a Minotaur unless you find your way out. But some of you never will, and for at least the time being, don't want to.
    However, some of you have found ways out already, one way or another. For some of you, freedom was as painful as the truth of why you left. But it's always for the better at the end of the day. After all, it's better to live a truth where there's occasional pain than a lie where joy only comes out of believing
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A Faded and Fated Fan Fiction
Once upon a time, after his great adventures, Sepia was wondering what to do that week. He had picked up his life from where he left it and wanted to make something from it. Then all the sudden a strange woman appeared on Sepia's doorstep. She was hiden beneath a long cloak and had long brown nails on her fingers. Her dirty hair fluished down from beneath the cloak and she had glowing eyes!
"You are not who you think you are!" said the strange woman.
"What do you mean?" said Sepia
"You are not who you think you are," she said again with a mysterious crackling voice like a bad radio transmission.
"I still don't understand you?" said Sepia.
"Here, take this," she said and gave Sepia an alarmclock.
"Take this and give it to your parents or guardian, they will know what to do with it!"
And with that she disappeared before Sepia's eyes!
Sepia was confused but thought that he had to do something. But rather than going to his parents or guardian, Sepia decided to show it to Sir Twitt.
"Oh no,
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2017 in 50 Lines or Less
My characters hate me, it's such a shame
They're the c*** that comes when you call their name
Robot squids just can't have fun
D&D carols for The Spoony One
Evil insects that love looking dapper
dA poetry's gone down the crapper
I love you all, hope you feel the same
Two species and faces with one name
I almost went away last year
Nonsense drivel: it's what poets revere
I am a god, both kind and cold
Pictures emerge from within the code
Map a course and then diverge
Beat their threat with a magical surge
Halflings hate fluffy Kitsune tails
But don't mind dragging them down trails
Shamisen are strange instruments
Exposition for all ladies and gents
Kicked in the head and dragged away
Trek and smoke fantasy weed everyday
Your survival skills leave much to be desired
Sing like an angel before you get mired
Walk through muck and try not to scream
Venture to town with a marvelous team
Cross-examined in a Zone of Truth
We're your nightmares, you want proof?
The Sylph will find you at the
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Faded and Fated, Chapter 30
    “Two Parties of Two”
    At the exact same time and for similar but different reasons, both Sepia and Tixtapa exclaimed, “What?!” In a fit of desperation and fury, the Kitsune bolted up the stairs and found herself face to face with the unarmed, weeping woman who had seconds earlier been her and Sepia’s judge. Once standing back above ground, Tixtapa calmly yet frantically looked for anything she could use as a possible means of defense if the need arose. However, she could only stare down Couar with frightened and resentful eyes. She kept staring at the human in green while she hissed and took a small step towards her, “Listen to me… I know you’re scared right now. And with the way you were talking just now, you scared me, too. But I’m not a witch, okay?! I’m just a Kitsune who lies too much for her own good…”
    After a couple panting
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Faded and Fated, Chapter 29
    “The Truth Comes Out”
    As the pair of heroes carried their fallen partner through the streets of Whitewood, the duo of Sepia and Tixtapa found themselves sweating in the fruit cellar underneath the tavern. However, the transformed Ratfolk had to restrain his confusion-induced worry over the beads of salt water coming out of his skin. Rolling her eyes and instinctively panting with her tongue hanging out the side of her mouth, Tixtapa quietly moaned, “Look, I know it’s a new feeling to you, ratboy, but it’s called ‘sweating.’ It’s what races with skin tend to do when it gets hot.”
    “I know what sweat is and what causes it,” Sepia grumbled, “but that doesn’t stop me from being not comfortable with it. And that’s not all, because I don’t think my entire body is supposed to ache when I sweat…”
   
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Faded and Fated, Chapter 28
    “Interlude of Light”
    While Sepia, Tixtapa, and Petti fought and slain Madam Rahal before hiding in the woods off the path to Whitewood and the last surviving crew member of The Rouge Orca had made his escape attempt, the four remaining members of the Light Brigade had retrieved the defiled body of their fallen compatriot. After wrapping his body in cloth and being ever on the lookout for Montague Sans, the Light Brigade at last had a moment to sit down and discuss the future.
    After spending a solemn and silent night at a different inn, Sir Twitt stated with a sigh as the four began to gather their belongings at the stables, “The past day has certainly been… an eye-opener for me. Where did we go so wrong? At what point did we stop being heroes for the people of Lightfall and start being slaves for a pirate?”
    While Twitt stroked the muzzle of his hor
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Faded and Fated, Chapter 27
    “Welcome to Whitewood”
    Guided through the woods and brush in near-silence by Couar, the duo of Sepia and Tixtapa could only wonder to themselves about different things. While Tixtapa solemnly thought of what could have happened to the once-thriving town, Sepia’s only thought was how much longer he would be able to pull off the guise of being a Gnome. All the while, they closely followed the true human in the green dress while apprehensively wondering about her village’s relationship with Glau.
    When the trio had finally cleared the woodland and found themselves in a grassy clearing, Couar turned back to Sepia and Tixtapa before quietly stating, “We’re not far from Whitewood. Just follow my lead, and only speak when spoken to; in fact, let me explain everything I can, alright? Trust me, it’s for the best that they not have to ask too many questions; when they do, they
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Faded and Fated: Evil Interlude #3
    “Mistakes were Made”
    It was just before dawn when a Hobgoblin woke up. With a candle in his hand, he went to the window of his room in the gothic mansion that he for the time being called “home.” Unlatching and gently pushing open a window, he looked out at the ocean to the south and deeply inhaled through his nose. After waiting for a few moments he blew out the candle and set it on a table away from the window and took another long sniff of the outside world.
    The Hobgoblin could smell much more than any typical humanoid could have attempted to; the salt of the ocean, the foliage of the forest to the west, the miserable humans in the village below to the south, and other common smells that were of no consequence to him… except for the unique odors of a Ratfolk and a Kitsune and blood from somewhere down the trail.
    What concerned him was that it was human
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Faded and Fated, Chapter 26
    “Deceit of Races”
    With an eye twitching and trying to control his tone, Sepia replied, “Wait, what?! How are you going to do that? Are you sure I’ll change back? And how does this fit into your plan? I have a lot of questions right now, Tix!”
    As Sepia ranted, Tixtapa closed her eyes and morphed her body into her human form. Before Sepia could ask any additional questions, the now-human Tixtapa asked her ratlike companion, “Are you any good at acting?”
    Sepia grunted, “I guess, maybe? But does this have anything to do with changing me into a Gnome?”
    Tixtapa replied, “Everything,” before pausing to listen for the supposed newcomer some more. “After all that’s happened in the past couple-few days, would you rather go into town as someone they might recognize immediately, or in disguise? I
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Faded and Fated, Chapter 25
    “Where Not to Go”
    Sepia awoke just before sunrise with a start; something was tugging on his cloak. Without making a noise, he rolled slightly to examine the source and found Tixtapa pulling it over as a blanket in a seemingly impulsive way. After a moment or two of recollection as to how they ended up in the position they did, Sepia quietly sighed and unbuttoned his cloak and laid it on the ground next to the shivering Kitsune. Although Tixtapa was clearly still asleep, she pulled the cloak over her and unconsciously wrapped herself in it.
    As Sepia crawled out of the natural tent to stretch and yawn, he could feel something crumple under his boot as he stepped out. Leaned down to pick up examine what he had stepped on; it was certainly parchment of some sort, but couldn’t make out what was written or drawn on it in the twilight. However, he noticed something else on the ground next to the
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Faded and Fated, Chapter 24
    “Two-way Interrogations”
    The moment the Elf had finished his question, Sepia and Tixtapa abruptly looked away from each other and their gazes drifted to the ground.
    “Hurm…” Petti grunted, “I can tell that this is going to be difficult. So how about I make you two an offer: both of you each gets to ask me a question, but only after I get an answer to onew of my own.” There was a short, uncomfortable pause before Tixtapa groaned to Sepia, “What do you think, ratboy? Should we take him up on his offer? I mean, there’s a ton of questions I want answered, and most of them involve this guy.”
    Sepia snorted, “If you say so, Tixie. But things better not go wrong.” Making sure that Petti could hear him, Sepia continued with, “I mean, this bard here gives me some weird feelings.”
    Petti smi
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Faded and Fated, Chapter 23
    “Shadows and Security”
    As the sun had almost completely set and night began to creep upon the trail, Petti guided the Ratfolk and Kitsune through the thick forest northeast of Edgewater. Ushering them to move faster with each passing moment, Sepia and Tixtapa had only marginal difficulty seeing their way through the ever-darkening forest; ‘Sometimes animal ancestry pays off,’ Sepia thought as he was guided through the brush and trees by Petti with Tixtapa close behind.
    After less than an hour of rushed hiking through the dark and damp woodlands, even the pair of animal people had begun to lose sight of where they were going; but even more concerning was they didn’t know where they were at the moment. Keeping her voice at a whisper, Tixtapa called to Petti, “Hey, we need to stop for a second, because I doubt any of us knows which way is forward at this point.”
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Faded and Fated: Evil Interlude #2
    “Distress Call”
    The entire time Madam Rahal was chasing after the two animal-people whom she had a vendetta for, a third animal-person was cursing, squirming, and crawling through the corridors of The Rouge Orca. Captain Montague Sans, with half of his face burnt off by the alchemist’s acid bomb, kept the left side of his face covered with one of his clawed hands and the other against the wall of the interior as finally stood up. After eventually working his way to his talons and beginning to stagger down the halls of the ship, the Tengu wearily thought to himself, ‘The Madam will make that little fucker pay for this…! Now, all I have to do is find that worthless Ritt, regroup with Madam Rahal, and get the hell out of this Hicktown. But I hope the Madam brings that little shit-sucker back alive; I want him to look at what he did to me before he dies!’
    At length, Mon
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OC Feature - CLOSED
Per my obligation to the awesome :iconXakriuth:, here is a feature journal.
1. For the first 10 people to comment on this journal, I will feature of one their characters (may it be original or fan-characters). I'll also tell you what I like about them.
And that's it because cuss the rules I do things the way I want to.
1. Xakriuth 
Okay, okay, totally predictable, I know, since I fought these guys in CotG. But I really do love these guys, both of them. I followed their entries even before I was paired with them and I enjoy their storyline and character development. Regan started out as a total sleazebag manwhore with charm and charisma. He still IS a sleazebag manwhore with charm and charisma, but he's also a lot more kind, decent, and trusting than he used to be and I dig that. Daren..oh Daren. He's had to question his own high ideals as they're weighed against the goal of survival itself. He has Chronic Hero Syndrome, so much to the point that he ma
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Rather than doing my usual updates, I decided to switch it up some and do a fun Tag/Feature as a way to show some love back to my fabulous watchers! So take a look~
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2. If you comment, please do the same in your journal, putting the tagger on in the first slot. The idea of this is not to get a free feature, it is to spread art around for everyone! (BTW if you do this, I DON'T CARE IF YOU DO ALL 20. I think it's a bit of a large number, so I completely understand if you shorten the number.) (Only if you want)
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The more I see of Twinx, the more fond of her I become! She's so unique
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CM Round 4 - Page 4
The blinding flash of light that marked Saiph's passage through the portal cleared, but to the cat-child's surprise his field of vision was still very much consumed by white. Wherever he had ended up, the walls, ceiling, floors, and even the outfits of the people he could see further down the halls, where white. Realizing that he would probably stick out like a sore thumb from a distance in his bright blue sweater, he darted through the first door he spotted.
He found himself in what appeared to be some sort of employee lounge. There was a long table in the middle of the room, and a nearby counter had a mini-fridge, microwave, and coffee machine resting on it.
Well now what? he thought somewhat irritably. In the previous rounds all he'd had to do was find their opponents and beat them; a task made simpler by the fact that their opponents were also looking for them. This time though… he had to find opponents who wouldn't even realize why he was there. Not only that, he was c
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CM Round 4 - Page 3
"Yes! Oh Nepenthe bless you, yes please!" Adam blurted in response to the old woman's inquiry, only to jerk backwards with a yip of terror as the barrel of a rifle was shoved in his face.
"Who the hell are you, old hag?" one of the soldiers demanded. "Where did you come from?"
"Oh, nowhere important," the woman responded casually. "I am a traveler you see; I'm just passing through."
"Bullshit! You came out of thin air!"
"Now, now, gentlemen," she admonished, "there is no need for such language. And there is no need to point a weapon at this poor child. Honestly, where are your manners?"
"Child? It's some sort of demon, look at it!"
The woman smiled broadly. "Look at what?"
Turning towards Adam, the soldiers were astonished to find that he had vanished. However, there was a very conspicuous blue and purple ladder against the far wall of the alley that hadn't been there before, and when one of the soldiers looked up to the roof of the adjacent building he saw long eared head peering over
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CM Round 4 - Page 2
"So this is the red coat lady's world?" Adam said, looking around in wonderment as the portal behind him and Clarisse closed. They had arrived in an alleyway between two huge brick buildings. The one on the right seemed mostly in tact, however the opposite one was decimated, the walls only reaching about four feet before giving way to open sky. The dog sniffed the air, wrinkling her nose at the scents that hit her.
"Everything here smells... smokey. Like my master's fireplace, but it's all around us. I smell blood too, and rotting-" the dog broke off, wary of her young partner's more delicate sensibilities. However it was clear from the boy's expression that it was too late.
"What the heck is going on here? Why is the sky so smokey? Where are all the people?"
"There are people here," Clarisse assured the boy. "I can smell them. Humans, lots of them."
"And how many are actually alive?"
The dog averted her eyes, "Well… not many."
Adam's scratched his arm, whimpering softly. "
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CM Round 4 - Page 1
"Hey! Wake up! Come on Adam, it's time to wake up."
The Desoakian child groaned burying his face in his arm. "Doctor, I'm still tired! Can't the shots wait ten more minutes?"
"Adam, you need to wake up, there's something wrong with your legs."
The boy moaned again, opening his eyes blearily. The familiar grey furred face of the doctor was looking down at him, concern in his brilliant red eyes.
Wait, the doctor's eyes are blue…
In that moment the events of the previous day flooded back into Adam's mind and he flinched away from the figure bent over him. Not Reznor, no, but the deceptively similar colored hellhound, Clarisse, that they had faced in the previous round. The monster who's selfishness had gotten Reznor killed, immolated in a raging inferno that still burned in Adam's memory. The boy could feel the heat of it; smell the horrible rank odor of burnt meat…
"What do you want?" he demanded sourly. The look of hurt on the canid's face pricked Adam with guilt, but he shove
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You look at the profile of some strange creature who addresses himself as ReverendAspen and wonder, "Who is this guy, and what brings him here?"
Upon investigation, he through inaction tells you that he's a passionate yet so-so writer from Minnesota, USA with a desire to one day be a true raconteur. He goes on that he also makes plushie dolls, takes the occasional photograph, and may or may not dress up as characters from popular fandoms (although he admits that the latter three aren't his strengths).
With a grimace, he admits to you that he's also a paranoid, cynical pit of self-loathing but hopes to learn to trust people right away. Despite this, he knows that he's a submissive pushover that will fold an argument like a bad poker hand once you do gain his trust. To this day, he is still searching for the happy medium between "trust no one" and "let people walk all over him."
As if to awkwardly change the subject, he abruptly rattles off his quirks and hobbies. He explains that his favorite pastimes are talking to his comrades on Discord, reading books by authors he admits are much better than him, and saying the curiously subjective phrase, "I like listening to good music".
You soon learn that he lives with his cat Wheatley in a small apartment in the middle of downtown. He confesses that he is a caffeine addict and former smoker. This man seems to care little for politics, save for human rights. And he is most apparently a casual furry.
So here you sit, knowing with either satisfaction, disgust, or something in between that you've met That Rabbit in the Hat, "Reverend" Chris Aspen.

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Time to get right to the point: remember me saying that if I don't get Franklin's War done THIS YEAR, it might never happen? Well, that's what I'm afraid of. As many of you have noticed, I haven't written much this year. In fact, this year will be known as The Year of the Shitpost unless I actually do something about this. The problem is, I don't know what to do! Any advice I've been given about this either won't work for me or objectively isn't helpful.

For example...

Read books by other authors.
It's time for me to be 100% and shamefully honest: the last book I read cover to cover was Peter Pan. And that was for CM. Back in 2011. Ever since, something happened where I haven't finished one since. Usually, I pick one up and start reading, but get distracted at some point before losing my place and either having to start over or simply give up. I'm embarrassed and ashamed to say that as a writer, I barely read anything myself. I'm aware that this makes me a blatant hypocrite (especially when I find myself begging other people to read my shit when I can't be bothered to read theirs), and this is something else I need to work on and a conversation for another time. Point being, I'm usually either too scatterbrained, distracted, busy, or just lazy to start a book, and while I can see this working for me if I'm able to, more of than not I'm... not able to for one reason or another.

Revisit your older stuff.
I try to avoid reading, talking about, or even thinking about my older stuff for one reason or another. Be it embarrassment, association with a bad memory (usually a person or group of people), or just the lingering thought of "Ooooh, that doesn't hold up well," I dislike my older writing more than my newer stuff. And considering how much self-loathing I have towards even my new stuff, looking back isn't an option for me.

Talk more about your ideas.
Not going to lie, I LOVE doing this. And not only do I enjoy it, it genuinely motivates me to write! But as with every other idea I get, there's a problem with it: I don't know when or where to stop, and I only know a small handful of people who would genuinely like to hear my ideas. What may start as a simple exchange of story ideas between myself and a friend quickly becomes me proclaiming, "THAT'S GREAT ANBD ALL BUT LOOK AT HOW GREAT AND UNIQUE MY IDEAS ARE AND NOW I WILL MAKE YUO LISTEN TO THEM UNTIL YOU'RE SICK OF SEEING ME TYPE"
Whether or not that's reality, that's how I feel every conversation I've ever had about my ideas feels ends up. And regardless of whether that's the truth or just how I perceive it, I don't know how to fix it either way. So instead of going on at length about my ideas, I more so tend to keep them a secret. And while that solves the issue of not being ALL ABOUT ME, it solves nothing else.

Write about other people's stuff.
I will admit that while this is how I got my start (Watership Down fan fiction, haha) and sounds like a genuinely fun idea and a gift to the person it's made for, there's still the issue of me not finding myself able to write PERIOD. Thus, we're back to square one, and I'm still not writing. Not to mention the lingering paranoia and fear of "What if they don't like it? What if I mess up the characters or setting? What if I portray things wrong and look like a dumbass for not being accurate?" The fact that I can misrepresent a character in an outright embarrassing way is why I don't write gift stories for even my closest friends anymore.

Force yourself.
Not only is this flat-out not helpful, it's how I end up ABANDONING stories entirely. Not counting F&F (which I actually have some pride for, as messy and unfinished as it is), I have two unfinished NaNo novels in my scraps that I never want to touch again: CRaP TRAP and The Ghastly Menace. The sad thing is, I had a lot of hope for TGM and was excited when I first started writing it; it was Becky's canon story, after all. But about a week in, it became a slog to keep up with, and I found myself forcing myself to type. Not only did this produce a sub-par story with poor writing and that writing it was simply not fun anymore, I was starting to build resentment towards the story itself. And about 10 days in, and having only an introduction and six chapters down, I would have rather dug ditches than continue writing for Becky. And worst of all, that feeling never went away; I still have the plot outline in my Sta.sh and still think about it here and there, but overall, I never want to continue it. Restart it someday, maybe. But as it stands, TGM is abandoned. Because I was forcing myself to write it.

So this is where anyone reading this and cares comes in. I'm begging you, please help; help me start writing again! I'll listen to any advice you all can offer, and even if it might not work for me, I will at least think about and consider any scrap of input you have. Just keep those five bolded pieces of advice in mind, because while they may work for you, they won't work for me.

Thank you everyone for listening,
~R. C. A.



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