Training Gone Wrong


TW : Violence, sexual abuse / assault. Some blood.

Here we are…Dorys’s bio / backstory, and also my own to an extent, since she is my persona. Although many things in this “prequel” of sorts is symbolic or metaphoric , and deserves an explanation.

-First, Farghund. His name is a mix between two Swedish words : «Varghund» (a breed of dog used to hunt wolves), and «Fähund» (meaning a contemptible person, a “dog”). He encompasses many people I’ve known.
-Wolves…Well they are predators, and there are a lot of idioms around them, as well as myth and legends, in a lot of European cultures, I guess. Art least in France, there is.

-The young wolf represents a guy who was my age, who preyed on me, trying to choke me, like the wolf did.

-Farghund is the adult who did nothing, and even worse, watched it all happen, without intervening, enjoying it, even. He is sadistic, and manipulates and forces Dorys to go where she doesn’t want to go.

-Dorys attacks Farghund after dealing with the wolf, because she no longer fully trusts him, and she doesn’t trust he would be able or willing to help her.
-The cage…it’s how Dorys hates being locked in and restrained, as a general rule.
-Also the lack of security…which is obvious, I guess. The cage is made of wood or bamboo, because this can be “easily” broken, and represent a meager protection against a preying wolf. Dorys gets vulnerable in a place she shouldn’t be vulnerable.

That’s it for now. I’m on my phone, so I may have forgotten stuff. ^^

Characters (Dorys & Farghund) (c) Aurore «MetalFeline» Ciholas

Dorys could scent the cabin in the woods, before she could even see it.

Her trainer and “uncle”, Farghund, who was actually more of a family friend she’s known for forever, greeted her with a large smile, and they head butted each other, like family members normally do among the Wyldaeren of the East. Then he placed his hand on her back, pushing her in the direction she needed to go.

They approached near an enormous wooden and bamboo cage, with a separation in the middle. It was wide and high enough for her to stand and lay in it. One part was empty, while the other had a big male wolf in it. There were two doors on the side, one for Dorys, and the other for the wolf. There was also a trapdoor in the middle of the separation part of the cage.

Dorys mentioned that to Farghund, but he shrugged her concerns off in a grumble. Then, he spoke. “Yes, it is solid enough. Honestly Dorys, this is a silly consideration. Do not start giving yourself excuses. If you want to evolve, I won’t let you have any of this nonsense.”

I am not…” she argued. “But if the wolf lunges at the separation or gnaw on it, it could fail its purpose, and…”

He rolled his eyes. “Excuses. Come on, now, get in.” He gestured for her to come, and pushed her slightly on the back, so she entered the empty part of the cage, and Farghund instantly locked the door.

Dorys startled.

Don’t be so nervous. This is the common procedure. You know that, right ?” He asked, looking up from the lock, to her.

She nodded.

So…it’s all getting real. At least your school mates can’t bully you with spikes here, so get comfortable, observe the wolf, and get going with your shifting.”

She sat in the middle of the cage, facing the wolf. A male. Probably in his prime to mate. He was nearing adult size. He barely paid attention to her at first, circling inside his cage, searching for a means to escape. She observed his muscles, and the way they moved under his fur.

Dorys concentrated, adopting an “on-all-fours” position her species’s anatomy of cat-like folks easily allowed. She was trying hard to empty her mind. Since she has heard The Call, everything in her body was changing. She had hit puberty some two years ago and was much more alert, anxious and restless as a result.

She shifted completely and almost seamlessly for the first time, even if it was painful, things were encouraging, as she felt free from her classmates’ aggressiveness.

She came back a few other times, each time with more progress. She was more at ease as time went by. Farghund assured her that things were going well and encouraged her. Dorys had a blind trust and faith in him, and never questioned his motives, what he did, and why. Until one day…things took a completely different turn of events.

There she was again, starting to shift into a wolf into the biggest cage. But something felt wrong.

She knew she would be having her moontime* soon. She had noticed it in her humor and behavior. She was much more irritable and angry than usual, and easily triggered. Not to mention her scent had probably changed a bit around this time, as well.

She was nervous, and Farghund instantly noticed it.

Don’t be so nervous Dorys. Breathe.” He said.

She was on all fours, again. She concentrated, but the wolf was by far paying too much attention to her. He was circling his cage, as if he wanted to get into hers.

She glanced at the male wolf again, who was now circling very near her cage, which is something he didn’t usually do. He was sniffing the air, and whimpering a bit. She closed her eyes, to concentrate, as if it would cut these sounds.

Farghund.” She called. “The wolf…he is…”

Farghund just shrugged it off. “Shift.” He said. “Nothing bad can happen, so stop worrying.”

Her limbs shifted into those of a wolf, and she could go halfway through the transformation, but then, it stopped, reversing back to her humanoid shape. She looked up at her uncle. “I can’t. I can’t, if…I don’t feel secure enough.” She found something to say.

He looked at her into a sigh. “Five minutes. I will verify the separation’s solidity. After what you’ll resume your shifting.” He opened the cage, and she got out.

She sighed, going straight for the cabin to pour some water on her face. Then, she laid down on a nearby long chair of sorts, which had furs on it. She curled up, very much like a real cat would. She closed her eyes, caught in some daydreaming.

After some time, Farghund called her back. She stretched, and went back to the cage.

What’s that…” Dorys cringed, watching the male wolf trying to poke his nose into her part of the cage, all too interested in the smells lingering there.

Come on, Dorys. It’s just a wolf acting normal. Get back in.” He said, with the same authoritative gesture of the head. “Now.”

She got back in. The wolf was now scratching against the trap door. Dorys growled. “I can’t shift, it’s making way too much noise I can’t concentrate enough. I even told you, it’s hard for me, it’s–”

And how do you expect to concentrate in a real fight situation ? Do you think your enemies will give you a full blown five minutes to listen to your whimpering because you’re failing to turn into your forms ? Don’t be silly, Dorys ! And quit responding ! Do it. Again.” He ordered.

Dorys’s eyes dropped and she made a small nod, she brought back herself on all fours, and reached the middle of the transformation.

But the wolf was completely agitated, and excited. He started gnawing on the trap door separating the cage in half. Pieces of bamboo, being thrown about.

Dorys felt bold enough to look at him and growl. Something she knew could very well be taken either as a provocation to fight, or an intimidating move. She hoped the wolf would understand the latter.

Farghund came and grabbed a stick. “No ! Down !” He screamed as he poked the wolf through the cage. The wolf attacked his “enemy” and broke it while throwing himself against the bamboo trapdoor, destroying it, too.

The wolf jumped from where it was into her part of the cage, stopping dead in its tracks. It sniffed the air, both intrigued and confused at the “thing” which was slowly going through the shifting process. She now had all the main features of a wolf, but something was wrong. Her eyes and ears remained that of a Wyldaeren, and her smell…definitely was that of a Wyldaeren, not a wolf. The wolf backed off and growled, sliding from interested to aggressive, exactly what Dorys had feared would happen.

The wolf lowered its head and circled her, going for her behind.

She backed off. “No.” She sprouted a sound that was no longer a clear voice, but more of a growl. Talking while shapeshifted required some training, which she didn’t have much of. The wolf growled as well, seizing her at the nap of the neck, passing a paw onto her back, and leaning onto her. She fell under his weight. A vivid pain crossing her whole body as her nerves were pinched. The wolf had immobilized her, and was about to…she didn’t want to think about it. Her eyes grew wide, and the transformation snapped to its end. Save for the eyes, she was fully wolfish, now. She spun, and snapped her jaws at him. Only to be met with his own against her throat, he was pushing to make her fall, again. She twisted her head and seized its ear, tearing through it. It backed off, yelping.

Go ahead, Dorys, kill it.” Farghund encouraged her, caught up in the fight. He seized a spike and tormented the wolf, who could only let its anger out at the nearest thing or being there, which was Dorys.

The wolf attacked her, but this time, she was ready. Fear rushed through her, as she trembled, growling. She jumped at it, despite being smaller than he was. She caught up its neck fur, first. Then, she opened her jaw to bite farther, catching its throat. She clenched her jaw as hard as possible, earning the wolf’s rage and attempts to bite back. It racked its claws into her belly, but she held on, being dragged and yanked all around into the whole cage, her back scratching against the floor. She shook her head, trying to make the wolf tumble, which was still kicking in all directions. She yelped but held on. Soon, she felt blood flowing into her throat, and felt the wolf’s breathing becoming more and more jolting and irregular. Then it fell on her, gasping, choking blood.

That’s enough.” Farghund voice resonated in her head.

Did she really hear him say that or was she making things up ?

The door of the cage opened and she saw a hand seizing the wolf, and dragging it outside. She glanced from the corner of her eye, got up, and ran towards the end of the cage, bumping hard enough into the bars that she yelped. Farghund’s tall figure framed against the door and he approached his hands. The light wasn’t quite right. Dorys, still stuck in her panicked rage, lunged at him. She didn’t know what she was doing in that second state of mind. She bit his hand an yanked on it, drawing blood from him. Farghung screamed, making a move to release himself, but Dorys let go of it, returning to the end of the cage, growling and glowering at him.

Dorys had her arms crossed. She was coming back only because she was told to do it, and because she was told he wanted to apologize.

Farghund walked towards her. He apologized, brushing that quickly out of the way. “Don’t you remember what happened last time ?” Farghund inquired, waving his still scarred hand that had yet to fully heal.

No.” Dorys lied. She shook her head, and looked aside. “You left me with…that wolf…” She snarled. She didn’t want to fully remember.

Really ?” He put his hands on his hips. “You experienced the ‘Fury’ for the first time. I had to keep you in the cage for a good full hour before you could start to calm down and unshift.” He sighed. “Anyway, today we’re changing the method. You will come with me into the forest.”

Dorys snapped back into the present, her eyes growing wide. “But I thought…? I mean, yeah, okay, that’s great…” She was hesitant, but she would never want to be back into that cage again, if it meant another twisted encounter with an animal. She followed after him.

Shift, now.” He said, leaving her behind a bush. “Wolf form of course.” He pointed out before walking away to his own bush.

Dorys crouched on all fours. “Urgh. I can’t wait until magic eases this to make it instantaneous.” She grumbled. “And actually have all my wardrobe being enchanted for that, too.” Then the transformation took place, it was easier, quicker and smoother than any other time she did it. A wolf’s nose popped into the bushes, uncaring as to whether she was done. She growled lightly.

Farghund had turned into a gray wolf. “Don’t be so grumpy and come along.” He had nigh perfect speech under this form. The pair approached a wolf’s pack from afar. “Look closely. This is how wolves communicate within themselves. If you can’t do this you’re going to get devoured.”

Dorys gestured that she had already studied wolf’s language during class, and she showed him some moves.

But it’s not enough ! You need to practice it, too.” he said. “Let’s go.” Farghund rushed towards a pack of wolves nearby, who were devouring the rest of a moose carcass.

Dorys backed off, catching his tail in her jaw, pulling on it. Her tail was ducked between her legs and her ears were flat on her head.

He rolled his eyes. «We’ll hunt some rabbit, then.»

The pair hummed the air, and Farghund led on, picking the scent of a nearby prey.

A rabbit jumped from a bush between his legs and he darted behind it. Dorys followed immediately after. She kept her eyes focused on it, not even noticing Farghund had been splitting ways from her. He soon jumped back in the chase behind Dorys, and she could feel his breath was close behind her.

The rabbit jumped some roots and Dorys jumped after it, while Farghund took another turn to interrupt it’s course, that the rabbit spun, but Dorys was quick and, as a result, the rabbit jumped directly into her maw. Farghund had jumped as well, and ended up hitting Dorys, making the both of them collapse onto each other, with Farghund ending up on top, behind Dorys. She was confused and snarled slightly, turning her head towards him. He backed off, but as if taking his time, and let one of his paws slide on her back. A dominant move for wolves she knew of. This time, her growl and snarl were more insisting, and he finally moved away.

Back into her humanoid form, she shrugged it off. It felt more accidental than anything, after all. She got out from her bush and they parted ways. Maybe this training of shapeshifting directly into the wild was the best solution. She would be back.

She came back another time, after other training sessions where nothing notable had been happening. She went at the cabin, this time. He told her he had a “surprise” for her. She walked past the cage, calling for Farghund. He told her he would wait for her in the woods. She looked around, hummed the air and picked his scent.

He grinned as he spotted her, stared at her and smiled. “Are you hungry ? Today we will…eat…like wolves. I’ve been hunting last night. I’ve also yet to show you some real wolf behaviors.”

She tilted her head. “Yeah, I definitely am.”

Get moving then.” He gestured.

Dorys found some bushes nearby. Her transformation was now much faster, it could take only seconds if she concentrated enough. Soon it would be instantaneous. And she had clearer speech than before, while shifted.

She made a low howl to signal she was done. Farghund rubbed against her, as wolves normally did, and they both moved on, sneaking into the woods until Dorys spotted a carcass some meters below.

Here we are ! This is the moose I’ve been hunting down. Come on.” Farghund said, an hint of pride in his voice.

They both jumped down the slope, when Farghund disappeared from her view, only to jump out of nowhere on her, waging his tail, and reaching to bite at her legs. She waged her tail in return, and caught his scruff into her jaw, yanking back an forth to throw him off balance, which he did fall, stumbling down on her. He caught her fur into his jaws, getting his crotch close to her.

No.” She growled. She squirmed from under him, freeing herself from his grip. “What did you think you were do–”

Shh–” He approached her, almost placing his paw on her mouth. “This is normal wolf behavior, ok ? So quit panicking…and don’t tell anyone.”

Dorys yanked it away from her mouth using her own paw. She frowned at him, dubious. “Alright…” She curled her lips in disgust. “Just…don’t do that again. Please.”

Let’s…” Farghund said. But he didn’t have the time to finish his sentence to invite Dorys to continue running that she was already darting away, leaving him behind in confusion.

Farghund followed after her, and they both resumed their course through the forest, returning to the moose carcass. They were panting, and both laid down for a minute. Then, Dorys rose and walked towards the carcass, and ate. Farghund did the same, next to her. She closed her eyes. She had never eaten directly onto a carcass, in wolf form, before.

She startled. There were cracking branches coming from where she couldn’t see. And where the hell has Farghund gone ? She turned her ears in all directions.

When he jumped from the shadows, onto her, and she collapsed. “Not attentive enough.” He jeered.

She lowered her ears and growled, ready to bite him.

He chuckled. “Come on, we’re still playing. Defend yourself.” He said, as he caught her scruff firmly into his jaws.

She yelped and spun after him, making her jaws snap near him. But Farghund had seen that coming and he dodged her. She ran off again, down the slope, and into the forest. She took a turn, and jumped on him, only to have her movement dodged as Farghund flattened onto the ground. When she landed he jumped on her, throwing her off balance. She found herself on the back again. He placed himself over her now, and caught her throat, just firmly enough to immobilize her. She whimpered. He laid on her, getting his crotch uncomfortably close to her rear. She tugged her tail between her legs as much as she could, and pushed him away with her back legs. Somehow this didn’t seem like a game any longer. She tried to get up, but he bounced back and pushed her down again. She tried to regain her balance, making the both of them collapse and roll. This time, she got up, but he bit at her rear, yanking her under him again.

She panicked. She couldn’t believe it. She roared furiously, snarling, growling and squirming from under his grip as she felt his crotch closing in on hers, again.

Get off me !” She roared, ears flattened and teeth bared. But, as he wasn’t moving, she caught some skin in her jaw, and bit down, as she extended her legs again, and clawed at his belly. He backed off with a yelp. She then ran off as soon and as fast as she could. Farghund chased after her. Dorys took all the leaves and branches into her face, as she was opening the way. She moved her ears backwards and could hear his paws make some fallen leaves and branches crack. She took a turn in some bushes to shake him off. He had slowed down. Dorys looked past the bushes, panting, with her ears still turning in every direction. Then she came to a halt.

When she was far away enough, and she was sure she had shaken him off, she shifted back to her humanoid form. She felt violated and dirty. She found a tree and climbed in it, if only to make sure she wouldn’t be disturbed in her pain. She curled up on herself in the depression at the top of the tree. She started to cry.



Bigheaded author with terrible writing

Hi folks !

I don’t usually post my complaints in public, unless I’m so pissed off, that I just estimate I have to.

I’ve recently stumbled on an artist so bad, it’s just beyond my comprehension how she keeps doing so much shit…as well as having such a horrible shitty attitude that all I want to do to her is smash her head in the wall.

I don’t know what’s in her head, but it’s a fucking MESS.

If you wonder why I’m so much after this “author”, you should directly jump at the last part.

And please, PLEASE, if you somehow know who I’m talking about, don’t make their name public. Please respect my wishes.

In the meantime, I’ll start off with…

Instance #1 : her character “development” (she’s fallen so low, I don’t think there’s any worse) :

One year ago I started to follow author #1 and her characters eagerly. They had some bad attitude, but there was still plenty of room for character development, so I thought “It’ll get better, this is just the beginning.” The beginning of a story in which  a prophecy mentions a mortal (said person’s persona !…I’ll call her A) who is going to be the doom of a demon (we’ll call him X). Fine. Plenty of epic battle ahead, I love this sort of stuff.

Now, granted, there were some battles. But why does she have to kill everybody and find such a lot of insane pride in it, damn near everytime something in her life goes wrong or someone hurt her little feelings ? Is she happy storming a city and then sitting in baby blood…? (why yes…cities aren’t only made of stupid populace…there are also plenty of INNOCENT people…jeez).

Until that point, I didn’t really care…I still naively thought it would change. I didn’t even care when I read about the brutal murder of her first mortal husband’s ex girlfriend (we’ll call her P) (this was actually the very first thing I read from her, I didn’t even know she was a serial killer, I didn’t know many things actually, until later on). She was a tart who led him on…So A brutally murdered her, with the help of her husband (we’ll call him Z), even torturing P’s current boyfriend. A and Z had two kids. Nice family so far, except when…

E (A’s best friend, and the persona of author #2) got captured by a demon (we’ll call him B) who tortured her a bit (I didn’t follow this episode much). Anyway…A had to deal with B, and through “dealing” with him, fell in love for him and even got pregnant from him (all the while still being married to Z ! disgusting…), and she didn’t come up to his face to tell him immediately, and the break up was explosive. I still didn’t care enough to unwatch her and that text and roleplay were the first ones I stumbled upon, so I kept watching, thinking it was completely awesome. Also because I read that episode after some other stuff she wrote.

The father of B showed up, being all hell-bent on destroying (no pun intended…he did show up before though) A and everything she loves, making her life a living, torturing hell all day and night, he started by raping and torturing her niece. And also showed up during many other times to make A’s life as horrible as possible. Then, one night when there was sort of a cease fire between A and X, they f*cked together. Then she made out a plan where he would fall for her, killing him whilst he was weak. Realizing how weak he was becoming (he still wanted her dead), he decided he would wipe out her entire “family” : he started to also rape and torture her best friend, almost beheaded her niece’s husband and tearing apart his soul, almost killed A’s kids (one of his minion was charged of that), and finally, killing his own son (someone else did actually, because he provoked a dispute between the two, but enough details already)…as for X himself, he took the appearance of Z to “distract” A so she wouldn’t save anybody. Except she did. I really enjoyed until now, but…

After all the shit and all the stress that has been raining down her family and herself she only thought of him (and possibly how good he was in bed…insulting to those she’s supposed to love -like E- …it’s obnoxious and disgusting). And don’t even get me started on that ridiculous faltering she had during one week, drinking herself stupid (but not so much that she would be useless at fighting), not sleeping, and all around bawling because she only thought about fucking him and thought he would change. It sounded all too much like : “Oh, obviously evil demonic villain, why are you acting so evil ? We’ve been fucking together…!” In her utter despair, she almost killed herself with a knife to the throat, when BOOM ! X showed up ! They confided into each other and found out they had a lot in common ! And (brace yourselves, this is where the really twisted stuff comes in) they fucked again, and later on, they married and A had a child…again. She also thought the kids she already had (the ones who were almost killed) would be polite with him and her family, not so angry about it.

And then there was a big “everyone is in the same room”. She was pressed to announce the nature of her relationship with X, which she did, announcing their marriage in front of everyone, and especially B, who just got resurrected (by Z who ripped half of his soul for this). Of course he felt utterly humiliated. Somehow, she got even worse than P. The tart she murdered because she cheated on Z, her first husband. What’s even worse is that E defended A’s right and choice to marry X. If you don’t see a problem with that…either you didn’t read correctly or you really have no sensitivity and very poor judgement…I feel sorry for you, and for the state of any of your relationships you may had / have / will have with friends, lovers or victims of cheating or of abuse.

Then she fought a demon lord to offer a circle of hell to B, got killed, and was resurrected by X (who had grief and was distraught !) to become a demon. And I stopped following here.

Instance #2 : “Oh, the incoherencies” or “how to treat the gravest subjects as if they are nothing” :

On her character :

-Throughout the whole thing she calls herself a “guardian” : she’d guard the ones she loves out of harm, or try to fix things gone sour…except…no, obviously.

-She often said she “won’t tolerate threats to her family”. She also claims to care for her family. Yet she always ends up f*cking or marrying the guys who threaten her family or her, the most. Not to mention her ridiculous faltering of one week long when X tries to destroy her and her loved ones (I don’t know why everyone finds her so badass. I kinda feel sorry for these people). Honestly “the more you threaten her family, the more chance you have to fuck with her” is what I think of her. Lol.

-She claims to hate injustice soooo much and to not answer kindly to it, yet…she’s the one who burns whole cities and trees down, (and she calls herself a druid, druids are supposed to be one with nature, and by extension, to like it and be devoted to it, lol), spread her diseases spells everywhere, kill everyone in sight, even torturing and eating them, and showing no regret whatsoever…..Hahahaha…no.

-Her “changes” or “character development” only goes through becoming more and more powerful everytime she gets resurrected (five times…?), changing only her class / powers / social status (?), but there’s never any mental development…that’s just boring, to say the least. The same logic applies to the men she chooses it seems. As she jumps from a mortal, to a demon, to one of the most powerful demon in existence.

-She bawls about how her life sucks, yet obviously does absolutely fucking nothing to change it as she constantly brings chaos to her family by taking utterly reckless, stupid, irresponsible and inconsiderate decisions and ends up “fixing things up” (it’s like the RP revolves around her…).

On her other characters (and her friend’s) :

-I can’t tell anymore how many times I saw “rape”, “mutilation”, “torture”, “murder”, or “being beaten up” (abandoned too, but mainly all the “bigger” things) used as a plot twist or as backstory, when other things could have been used more efficiently. Also it’s all too clear that they just put some of this stuff STRAIGHT out of their asses, without any research (e.g : some character gets raped, show signs of trauma for less than a year, and after that, are back to their usual, slutty attitude and skimpy clothes…Hello ?! Rape trauma – or any other trauma – lasts much longer than that !! (Hint : usually it’s life-long, and you are not the same as before). Come on, NOW. Some people JUST may have gone through this SHIT. And these authors give no fuck whatsoever about how fucking disgusting and insulting they actually are. Despite some people like me who were fucking trying damn hard to be KIND with their critique. I actually don’t care if you want to write about these things. But for your own sake and that of your readers, you’d better know what the hell you are talking about. There is literally NO EXCUSE for not doing any research. Especially in this internet age, where all the information is just a few clicks away.

-Some characters that seem mentally healthy are actually completely fucked up. A well educated couple who lets in their serial killer brother into the house or whatever. As if all parents are assholes (see above). Or even, women wanting kids with guys becoming / already being completely insane. -_-‘

-Characters that are put into a couple, just because the authors are projecting themselves into it. I don’t know how to explain it more clearly, but anyway, the end result is that the couple doesn’t seem natural and organic AT ALL. Characters that wouldn’t tolerate an attitude from people are miraculously tolerating it from the character they have been shipped with, just because the authors want them that way and think they are “meant to be” or else… [insert stupid reason here]. They are stifling the real character’s personality, forcing it into a relationship that would not exist via “natural means” of developing through writing and not just that senseless “Omg we’ll ship character #1 with character #2 !”.

Instance #3 : What she personally did to me :

If you’ve read the rest above, you’ve probably noticed how much of a fan of her I was, before being completely underwhelmed by her story and characters…and later on, by her shitty attitude.

I started by simply following her and I was always asking her stuff about her characters, until they started to act stupid and senseless, and this is where I started to kindly critique (constructive, mature critiques, I mean, not that senseless trolling some people do just to piss other people off). Sometimes she answered, but most of the time, not. I just wanted to help and for her to get better at her drawing / writing. I’ve also wanted to RP or have an art trade or whatever with her and she kept delaying it with excuses. I ended up writing a little snippet after asking her. I only wrote the beginning, and just described her character’s physical appearance. I didn’t even finish it. I also left a comment on one of her picture where her persona was a demi-god, and she hid it (bigheaded, much ?). I seemed to be “stressing out” everyone, saying “forbidden” stuff in comments…I was pissed off). She told me to wait until her character became a demi-god for us to RP…maybe so she could squash my character like an insect when she had enough, haha !

Anyway, when she saw the snippet, she didn’t respond, sulked in her corner and ignored me for three months, so I had enough and posted it anyway (all that because I said in the artist’s comments section that I fell out of love with it because she didn’t answer). I asked again in notes what was wrong for another three months (so that’s a 6 months wait in total before even getting an answer), and she sent me a VERY bitchy note, about how I pushed her (despite having waited all the time in the world already), and how disrespectful I have been, posting a snippet without her consent, despite the fact I told her I would change anything if she asked. But no, she just made a scene, saying pissy, ridiculous shit to me.

Because, clearly, I’m the big villain for trying to please her as best as I could.

And then, being a complete jerk, she opened a contest where “your character meets mine”. Even one of my friend told me that she basically stole my idea… Lol…

In total I wasted almost two years of my life with her. Never again.

Lastly, a note to those of you who recognize yourselves in her (or want to defend her) :

Just because you don’t like what I’m saying doesn’t mean I’m a troll. Quit being so butthurt for no fucking reason. Not everyone feels like they somewhat owe you to kiss your ass, especially if you enjoy wallowing into your own willful ignorance and stupidity. If you want positive attention, this is not the way to go. And besides, that won’t help you evolve, which is the whole point of a critique. Critiques aren’t supposed to be lengthy compliments, and stuff like that : “Oh my god ! Poor little whatever, she’s had it so hard, and now she’s killing people, but she’s so nice, she is just misunderstood, the poor dear !! Everyone else who doesn’t agree is too stupid to see the truth !!!” …definitely won’t make you rise above.

Just get over yourself, already !

You hate me ? Fine. I am not sorry. Your own fault for pissing me off. Have fun in your hatred. I don’t care.


TL ; DR Version :

Instance #1 : The shittiesh roleplay story you will ever read :

Because it’s totally cool to be a psychopathic whore and not wrong at all to marry your best friend’s rapist and your kids’ wannabe murderer…instead of kicking his ass, as it should be.

Faltering (before marrying him and after he tried to kill her “family”) because they have been F*CKING together, and she expected him to be “not so evil”. Lol.

I didn’t read or see “Fifty Shades of Grey”, but it might just be better than this.

Instance #2 : The incoherencies of the whole thing :

This so called “guardian” not doing her freaking job of defending her loved ones. Being the star of the RP (it would have been okay if she wasn’t all around bad, inconsiderate and hopelessly stupid). NO CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT except growing more and more powerful (Boring !). Claiming to not like injustice but kill / eat people, burns whole cities down. Lol.

Rape (and other subjects along those lines, such as torture) being treated like just mere inconveniences, instead of the life-long, life-changing trauma they actually are.

Characters put in a couple and their real personalities stifled, just because the authors project themselves too much in them.

Instance #3 : Fuck you, bitch !

This is my last word to you. I certainly am NOT going to validate all this shit you write. I am NOT here to kiss your ass. For your own sake, learn to accept CONSTRUCTIVE critiques and quit calling people trolls for it. Get over yourself.

Lastly…I am NOT in the wrong for just wanting to write something featuring your character. Just because she wasn’t presented as “godly”, you shunned me. I also really had enough waiting SIX ridiculous months for your answer, so yes, I left a snippy comment. YOU should have asked me to modify the writing if you weren’t happy with it.