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So the latest chapter of everyone's favorite Irisviel x Saber fic written by a person calling themselve Gothic_Dolly is roughly half done and is proving to be almost half as long as the rest of the fic combined minus the 2 side stories and Illya's interlude, but is shaping up rather nicely otherwise. The only really issue I've been having is writing Acht Einzbern, as he is a character with very little canon aside from a brief appearance in Fate/Zero. But I'm sure I'll figure something out~
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I mean just look at it!



Jeez I've gotten so crappy, look how I forget that her clothes are supposed to stick to her boobs allowing them to be seen even thought it shouldn't be possible. And what's up with her head!? It's (kinda) proportionate with her body!! and her hands aren't even hiding behind her back (though they ARE hiding in her robe but I was trying to copy the original image...)
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So after some spiritual guidance and psychiatric guidance, I apparently hate myself.

So, how do I come to love myself?

Question is, I don't know where to start.

I have actually advanced a particular theory on Tohsaka a few times now, though its a decided minority opinion. simply put, I do not actually believe that she is gay, or even bisexual. I know I know, just hear me out for a second. Rin's apparent sexuality in my mind, was a result of her being a normal, healthy, sixteen year old girl with all the natural sexual urges that brings, but she was also severely closeted in her emotional and social growth because of her hidden life as a mage. (when I saw ...

I'm sorry - I know this isn't your business, or your fault, and there's nothing you can do . . . But I need to talk to someone, before I go insane.

The names of the victims of a double homicide in my hometown this week have been released - and one of them matches one of my best friends. The age is right, too - but there isn't a photo yet, which means I can't be sure. She was an abused woman, and moved out of province a couple of years ago - I was never told where, and for her own ...