TheMonotonePuppet
A Puppet Colored by Medication
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Here's my pitch:Btw, Ishida Sui made a manga called The Penisman. If he can do it, so can you.
Change the name to Dragonanus Fantasia and you are good to go.Here's my pitch:
Sakura Sato was an average salarywoman working for a black company.
Every day, she would come back home for her love, the MMORPG Dragoonus Fantasia.
One day, she downloaded a corrupted update that exploded her computer and killed her.
She thought she was dead, finally free from her pointless life of waking up every day to go to a job she hated.
But then she woke up in a forest, with a blue translucent screen in front of her, saying, "WELCOME TO DRAGOONUS FANTASIA!"
"Finally! My Isekai life! But wait...Why am I a penis?!"
Dragonanus FantassiaChange the name to Dragonanus Fantasia and you are good to go.![]()
Perfect.Dragonanus Fantassia
That is now something in my brain. I am expecting it to be written.Here's my pitch:
Sakura Sato was an average salarywoman working for a black company.
Every day, she would come back home for her love, the MMORPG Dragoonus Fantasia.
One day, she downloaded a corrupted update that exploded her computer and killed her.
She thought she was dead, finally free from her pointless life of waking up every day to go to a job she hated.
But then she woke up in a forest, with a blue translucent screen in front of her, saying, "WELCOME TO DRAGOONUS FANTASIA!"
"Finally! My Isekai life! But wait...Why am I a penis?!"
I'll write after the My Happy Goblin Family sixtologyThat is now something in my brain. I am expecting it to be written.
This is either going to get turned into a futa shit where she either become one herself or becoming a strap-on to a girl.Here's my pitch:
Sakura Sato was an average salarywoman working for a black company.
Every day, she would come back home for her love, the MMORPG Dragoonus Fantasia.
One day, she downloaded a corrupted update that exploded her computer and killed her.
She thought she was dead, finally free from her pointless life of waking up every day to go to a job she hated.
But then she woke up in a forest, with a blue translucent screen in front of her, saying, "WELCOME TO DRAGOONUS FANTASIA!"
"Finally! My Isekai life! But wait...Why am I a penis?!"
She will probably turn into a human afterwards because you can't have an Isekai story without a humanoid protagonistThis is either going to get turned into a futa shit where she either become one herself or becoming a strap-on to a girl.
*sigh*
Genital Jousting might need a written work.
I couldn't agree more cause I'm more of this type ?The writer should harm the character.
Yes!! THIS. IS. IT.Or when you have an emotional moment between two characters and you feel like you succeeded in conveying their thoughts and feelings well to the reader.
You have a worrying certainty on its pathway... Just how much cursed knowledge is this conclusion building on?!This is either going to get turned into a futa shit where she either become one herself or becoming a strap-on to a girl.
*sigh*
Human penis monster?She will probably turn into a human afterwards because you can't have an Isekai story without a humanoid protagonist
A bit.You have a worrying certainty on its pathway... Just how much cursed knowledge is this conclusion building on?!
How's your personality still stable then? Are you saying that every character permanently affects how you are thinking?This happens with essentially every named character I write, which... can be confusing as I unearth more about a character mid writing.
It also doesn't help that my writing tends to be in first person, where now I get to run those expressions through the filter of a different characters eyes.
They're not writing body horror psychological novelsHow's your personality still stable then? Are you saying that every character permanently affects how you are thinking?
True... LOL! But there are still antagonists in her story with truly radical philosophies aimed towards slaughter for a better world, spiteful bastards a-plenty, devious trickster teachers with a less-than-honest approach to life, and on the flip-side, impossibly demure or incredibly kind individuals who share an incredibly divisive and strong contrast to the worser characters. Are they coming from her or are they affecting her permanently is the question, *affixes monocle and mustache to face* One would assume *gentlemanly clearing of throat* that if the enlightenment I was discussing happened for every single named character, she would currently be in the asylum. *plays with top hat*They're not writing body horror psychological novels
I can't relate to my villains that kidnap men and childrenTrue... LOL! But there are still antagonists in her story with truly radical philosophies aimed towards slaughter for a better world, spiteful bastards a-plenty, devious trickster teachers with a less-than-honest approach to life, and on the flip-side, impossibly demure or incredibly kind individuals who share an incredibly divisive and strong contrast to the worser characters. Are they coming from her or are they affecting her permanently is the question, *affixes monocle and mustache to face* One would assume *gentlemanly clearing of throat* that if the enlightenment I was discussing happened for every single named character, she would currently be in the asylum. *plays with top hat*
You don't have to relate to them, just embody them temporarily so that you can write them even more cruelly and vividly!I can't relate to my villains that kidnap men and children
How can I embody someone that kidnaps childrenYou don't have to relate to them, just embody them temporarily so that you can write them even more cruelly and vividly!
Imagine yourself in that individual's body (and most importantly, these people still almost always see themselves as right or find some way to relieve their guilt, so you have to pretend you're right), see the children's frightened faces desperately trying to evoke sympathy from your cold face. You see the tears dripping down their cheeks onto the floor like a spring shower. Your throat tightens and a hint of cowardice, disgusting and filthy cowardice, creeps into down your limbs. You want to help, or even reassure the children, but you shouldn't. A risk like that would be idiocy of the highest order. Without even realizing, guilt turns to utter rage. These mewling kittens cry at your feet?How can I embody someone that kidnaps children