This is my new ring tone. \m/ New life theme song.

Do you get a clean shiny turd? No, you're left with nothing.

Ladies and gentlemen I give you Tumblr, the website whose entire existence relies on pornographic content, and now they're trying to rid themselves of it. Good job tumblr you went from mildly valuable to 1 community, to completely worthless to ALL communities.

Idiots....

"I think he was ready to go. But he was still talking about doing more cameos. As long as he had the energy for it and didn't have to travel, Stan was always up to do some more cameos. He got a kick out of those more than anything else." - Roy Thomas, Succeeding Editor in Chief of Marvel.

R.I.P Stan Lee. You made my Childhood epic. One page at a time.

Some of you probably know what Elite: Dangerous is. If you do? Skip the text in cursive, if you don't? Read on to get an idea of what's going on.

It's, in my opinion, the best space travel simulator in existence. You can pretty much travel all across a perfect copy of our milky-way galaxy, and all 400 billion stars are present, and explorable(some are more interesting than others). In the game you can take on various jobs like explorer, bounty hunter, soldier, mercenary, pirate, trader, miner etc. and earn credits, reputation with powerful factions(Alliance, Federation, and, my personal favorite, Empire) to gain bigger and better ships to further expand your reachable corners of your little locale in the absolutely vast galaxy(I've played on and off since it released and never left within 400 light years of where I began, yet it's literally THOUSANDS of light years across). It's pretty much a must-have for any self-respecting gamer who truly enjoys space games.

So...my time in E:D so far has consisted mostly of me trying to even make ends meet in terms of credits. I mean the cost of fuel and ammo and repairs has practically crippled me in the past, and only recently did I find a source of reliable income as a data courier for the Empire. This enabled me to buy the ship I've ALWAYS wanted, the ASP Explorer. \o/ WOOHOO. I decked it out with the best Frameshift Drive money can buy and decided it was time to do what I've always dreamt of doing in Elite: Earn my money by exploring the solar system, earning money as I go from selling collected data from scanned stellar bodies. So with the ability to jump 35 light years at a time(starting with barely 11 on my old ship), I set off in some random direction. After jumping from system to system about 8 times, I come across a REALLY interesting planet...that I can land on. I had to go see it, I'd never seen a planet look like that before. So I set off towards it(which was over 50,000 light seconds from the star(most things are between 200-3000 Ls from the star). So I sat there for a good long while before I finally arrived at this mysterious planet. I made sure my rover was ready to go while I glided into the planets gravitational pull. Stupid and eager as I was? I boosted my engines with my nose practically pointed at the planet....Biggest mistake I've made in E:D, ever....
When I was around 5km from the surface, I pulled up expecting to level out....only I didnt. ._. Instead I just continued a steady, very rapid...like, break-neck rapid, 300km/minute rapid, descent straight down. I literally screamed at my computer(I play with something called Voice Attack so I can talk to my ship) "DEPLOY LANDING GEAR DIVERT POWER TO SHIELDS!" and despite my dear sweet best friend in E:D; my ships computer, happily confirmed to have done so, my ship was still coming in too hot. It bounced off of the surface once, knocking my shields, thrusters and stabilizers offline and chunked my hull, before falling down to the surface a second time, shattering me on impact.

.....

I respawned over 150 light years away, in the port I started at, having to pay for 600,000 credits in repairs and replacements....But that's pocket change compared to what it's gonna cost to repair and replace my dignity.... Took off my HTC Vive Headset and shut off the game...My motivation got pulverized along with my ship. -.-'

So...what are 'YOU' guys doing this fine Saturday Night/Day(depending on timezone)? XD

Nothing super important here, I just thought I'd send you all a message in my own special way:

I hate to pull one of these touchy feely woe-is-me dramatic journals that so many people seem to do for attention and what not, but I could seriously use some outside input/words of advice/empowerment here.

I'm headed straight into an emotional disaster, the likes of which, I've just not experienced enough similar psychological trauma in my lifetime, to handle.

As many of you know by now, my mom passed away on July 5th of last year. It was a harrowing, otherworldly experience that I don't think I'll ever be able to truly overcome. At the time, I'd 'just' been over to visit(10 days after I came back home was when she died), and as such, the full brunt of the realization, was something I was spared from, both cause it happened while she was asleep, and right after we'd been over to visit, and because I didn't have to face my mother's corpse that morning my dad walked in.

Well, my pampered denial from the reality that is my mother's passing is about to reach its end. In about a month, there are plans of going back to my home country for a visit, and it'll be the first time I'm going back since her death; to visit her grave.

That alone is not a huge concern of mine. But my dad and his new girlfriend is. Don't get me wrong, I'm not blind to my dad's crushing loneliness, but he seems utterly blind to the fact that I have 'not' even remotely moved on from my mother's passing. It had only been 8 months since her death before he met a woman, had her move in, and pretty much made her his 'replacement wife'. It's a rebound as all hell, and if I try to say anything negative about it whatsoever he gets defensive and pissed off. I have tried being understanding, and he will go on and on about how much it all means to him etc. and if I have the 'audacity' to ask we please not talk about it, or show disdain/discomfort on the subject, he gets equally defensive/pissed off.

He talks about nothing else. I havn't heard him speak of my mother in months, and if I try, he gets quiet, like he's almost borderline guilty about what he's doing.

Either way, I simply have no idea how I'm going to cope with this shit when I land in Denmark and I'm tossed head-first into social interaction with this new girlfriend of his, plus her own family/friends whom I plainly have no interest in learning the existence of. I'm a complete introvert; I live in the countryside, away from other people. I'm a personal isolationist, and function perfectly fine with nothing but my 2 or 3 closest friends(including online) and my immediate family(dad, wife, child, mother in law/father). There is not a single ounce of interest in as much as meeting her, let alone her friend/family circle. I'm coming over exclusively to visit my dad and to see my mom's grave. His girlfriend does not have a single seat in my care list, I don't care if she's the kindest soul on the planet. To me, she's an intruder in my life, a life that has suffered a tremendous, world-crumbling blow just over a year ago, that I'm still reeling around like a hurricane of on/off depression over. The fact that my dad not only expects, but demand I meet this woman while I'm there, feels incredibly heartless, and inconsiderate of my feelings.

Now, had this been taken in stages? As in this upcoming trip, I go to see my mother's grave, visit my dad, and then the trip AFTER that, I meet her and her friends/family? That, I could see myself doing, but doing BOTH at once, in the span of 2 weeks, while I'm still an emotional, angry, hurt and socially nervous mess? The way my dad hopes, wants, demands this will go, is just not gonna happen.

I'm reeling with a mixture of sadness, sense of loss, furious white-hot anger, and an icing of pungent, putrid icing of guilt on top. I'm not ready for this kind of trauma. I can't take this. I can't take this.

Got any lewd/weird/inappropriate/funny/downright boring/random questions for me? Ask and thou shalt receive!.....An answer....

Show me what you got you pansies! Hit me where it hurts, let's go!

So I used to have two discord groups, one public(that I'd had in my journal headers for many months now), and one private for just me and my closest friends that I've known for years or got a long super well with.
Due to popular request, I've decided to merge the two together so everyone can kinda chat with everyone. Things like special chances at sharing art with me(like, if I get a YCH where a cameo is allowed or special events where I actually share a full on commission with one or more people) will still happen, but will just include everyone now.

Gaming sessions, art showing(For both commissioners and artists), RP for both my personal lore(requires application) as well as random spur-of-the-moment RP is all available. Come hang out with me! >w<

Discord head admin:  rubelthesquid

YAAAAAY I'M SO HAPPY!
Happy days, happy days! \o/

Thank you so much everyone for bringing me to 4000~! You're all so damned wonderful and I'm so fucking happy right now *SQUEEEEE* \>W</

Super mega ultra-thank yous go out to every last one of yous!

*Is rather inebriated* WOOOO 'MURICAAA!
Happy 4th of July you lovely lovely people! Have a safe and happy celebration! Don't blow any fingers off and such! ♡

Dunno if anyone here uses SoFurry, but I've decided I like its UI a lot better than Weasyl, and as such, I'm going to be using it instead of FA for the times when FA is down for whatever reason.
If any of you use SoFurry enough to warrant caring about it, would you consider giving me a watch on there? It'd make me happy

https://prince-vaxis.sofurry.com/

As some of you already know, my HTC Vive controller was the victim of a serious downpour through my livingroom window(Just cause I wanted to listen to the rain and 'stepped away' for 30 min).

Turns out that  drayk left me a small snippet of advice that has saved my HTC Vive controller! He said, and I quote: "Either that or put them in rice... it works sometimes for phones!"

After trying and failing to get Vive on my side and sending me a new one under warranty(which they refused to do), and finding no reliable solution to the problem, I decided to go through comments from that journal one more time, and I completely overlooked Drayk's advice of putting it in rice.

So I went to my kitchen, grabbed a bag of instant rice and a plastic bag, put the controller in the bag and covered it liberally with rice.

I waited for 27 hours before taking it out of the bag...And apart from a dead battery, my controller works! IT TURNED ON!!!!! HALLE-FUCKIN-LUJAH!!!

Thanks a ton Drayk, you saved me a small fortune and a huge headache(and heartache :'c). You're a true bro, even if you're a chick from the waist down!

Look at this conservative man, Ben Shapiro, soap boxing to likeminded shallow sighted fools about who and what transgender people think and feel, as if this biased, hateful warmongerer has any notion of understanding for such things.

The thing is that this is not 'sexuality' we're talking about. It's gender identity. He says a man cannot become a woman and vice versa with the snip of a knife, and in an offensive display of generalization, he's correct. However, he's intentionally boiling the issue down to promote his own point which is, fundamentally, moot. You see, a man who wants to be a woman, or vice versa, is not clinically insane, or suffering from a mental illness. They're suffering from a case of misalligned identity. It's similar to a man feeling like he wants to be christian when he's in fact muslim, except in such a case, the transition is quite easy, as well as not only societally acceptable but also encouraged, depending on which part of the planet you live in.
Claiming that these people who are searching for a way to be happy with their physical/external existence, are suffering from a mental illness, is barbaric and vulgar. It steps all over peoples' right to choose from themselves and is, thoroughly, unamerican and unconstitutional. The paramount fact is that once someone is above the age of 18 and unless an unbiased psychologist can without a shadow of a doubt diagnose with a transsexual as having a mental health disorder, then these people, regardless of sexual orientation, preference, or outward expressive conduct, have the constitutional right to choose for themselves what's best for them, be it what they wear, or how they look.
This man, Ben Shapiro, is everything that's wrong with American and, truth be told, global society at this time; inconsiderate, old-school, self-righteous soap box preachers whose own viewpoint of what is 'normal' is entirely fabricated by what their upbringing was like, and how conservative or liberal their household was. These are not his opinions, but the opinions of his parents and grand parents and other family members, who ingrained it into him to think this way, and through intelligence and an adult viewpoint, attempts desperately to put a logical explanation behind such offensive, fundamentally incorrect notions. He's smart enough to know that what he himself thinks is blatantly false, but he piles up all of this childhood ingrained ideals of sexual oppression and normalized social structure.
I'm a male, I'm Caucasian, I'm married with kids, and a tax-paying American. And I say unto you, Ben Shapiro; Proper Americans with an understanding of acceptance and common decency for your fellow man and woman regardless of their personal opinions, goals, and aspirations, do not, I repeat, do not condone your barbaric viewpoint, neatly wrapped in a disguise of concern for transgender people, which is, in truth, when unwrapped, naught but a misguided disgust and hatred for something you neither care to, nor ever will, understand.
You make me sick sir, and I dearly hope that viewpoints such as yours, mr. Shapiro, will one day, hopefully soon, be nothing but an unfortunate, dark period in American history.

Guys I have a problem.

Where I live, the weather's pretty fucking dry. Like when I vacuum my house, I get like 20% hair, 5% food crumbs, and 75% dust and sand. Seriously dry, easily a year and a half since this place had an actual consistent rainfall period.
Well 3 days ago, rain finally came.
I love the rain by the way, the sound smell and feel of it, plus how cool it gets? I absolutely adore it. So I slide open the window behind my PC to sit and enjoy it while I play. A moment or so later, my wife makes 'come cuddle baby' cat noises from the bedroom.
Sex > Vidya, so I drop my headset and go into the bedroom. About 30 or 40 minutes later she's sitting at the bedroom window half-naked looking outside. I'm too busy looking at how beautiful she is in that light so I don't really hear much of what she's saying at that point.
"It's so beautiful out there."
"Mhmm"
"It's really coming down huh?"
"Mhmm"
"And the wind is coming from the opposite side too." (I should explain that where I live, 35 mph wind is considered completely normal, and it always blows from behind our house, but for some reason today, it came from the front of the house.)
"I kn-"

I freeze. I don't know why, but that coldsweaty dread you get when you feel like you forgot to turn off the stove 3 days after leaving on a 7 day road trip, suddenly washes over me. It takes a moment for my sleep and sex addled brain to finally catch on:

Strong as fuck wind from front of the house.
Heavy rainfall
Over half an hour
Window facing against the wind

"Oh no."

I book it into the computer room, butt ass naked.
What I see makes me have that sensation of white-hot panic you feel when something catastrophic, like your car falls into the water at a dock or something.
My gaming rig is soaked
My headset is soaked
My brand new mouse is soaked
My brand new Galaxy S9 is soaked
My Mechanical keyboard is soaked
My screens are both soaked
My HTC Vive and 2 controllers are soaked.

I'm screaming, even sobbing a little as I fly into the kitchen to get the roll of paper towels. My wife walks in wondering wtf I'm screaming about when she sees the oceanic state of my computer desk, leaving her with her hands covering her mouth and just going 'oh no' over and over again. I spend the next 20 minutes and 3/4 of the paper towel roll trying to dry it up. Afterwards I check everything, and it seems to work perfectly. Thank fuck.

Fast Forward to like 30 min ago.
I decide to play In Death on my HTC Vive(Great game by the way). I boot up the headset and grab my controllers. First one comes online no problem...The 2nd one doesn't react. I guess it's just cause it's dead or something. I havn't used it in 2 weeks. I go to plug it into the wall outlet, but not even the orange 'I'm charging :3' light comes on. No reaction whatsoever from the controller. My brain finally catches up, and I realize that my controller is the sole casualty of the unrighteous karma moment from 3 days ago :\

I'm panicking right now. WTF do I do? Everyone I've asked say that HTC Vive doesn't deliver singular controllers and that if you fuck up a controller right now you're fucked till they offer replacements. Does anyone have any 'good' news or good experiences with this shit? Cause I feel like crying right now.

I Just wanted to listen to the fucking rain, now my $600 VR headset is worthless, possibly forever.

Please...for the love of everything, don't buy it before reading the negative reviews on Steam. There's fewer of them, but they're way more accurate and honest than the Developer fan boys spouting nonsense in the positive side.
The game is utter trash, all while trying to call itself an 'AAA' game. It calls itself an RPG game, when it's far closer to a Action Adventure/Visual Novel game, plus decisions you make are described in vague one-liners that does not communicate exactly what your character will do.
The game's not about 'living' as a vampire, it's about killing the same 3-5 different enemy types in repetitive two-step combat as a vampire, who does not feed on blood to live a healthy unlife, but does so to fill a 'blood' gauge that's nothing but a not-so-cleverly disguised mana bar so you can use vampire magic tricks! It's so incredibly linear, so incredibly, offensively untrue to the claims it puts on its store page, and on top of it all, it practically knows how mediocre and half-assed it is compared to its promises of grandeur, that it took a measly $5 away from the 'AAA' game price tag of $60(making it $55), and suddenly thinks people are okay with how incredibly low-level of an attempt this game was.

If you want a vampire game, guys? Go with anything, ANYTHING at all....EXCEPT this modern day hoax of a game.

So I made a Twitter for.... whatever reason like 8 years ago and forgot i had it. :O
I recently discovered it again and have decided to use it, so if you wanna give me a follow and show me the ropes etc. that'd be great. I'm not exactly a social media addict so I'm a little newbie with this.

Anyway my Twitter is this: https://twitter.com/Prince_Vaxis

In case the link for whatever reason doesn't work, I also have it on my contact section of my FA.

I am so very sorry.
For those who dunno: Muzo is a kickstarter product that is allegedly capable of 'cancelling noise' and creating 'silence bubbles' to either reduce the noise in a room, or make your conversation private in a crowded room so people can't hear you.

This, ladies and gentlemen, is science fiction. The only way to 'cancel noise' is to overlap said noise with a different noise so the 'unwanted noise' is drowned out, OR wear headphones/have a room that is designed for noise cancellation(you can see a very nicely made one in the youtuber Markipliers videos). It is simply not possible within the laws of physics to have a device slightly smaller than your average iPad stuck to a wall cancelling the noise level of an entire room.

What makes this even more disgusting is that the product has raised over 2.4 MILLION DOLLARS in kickstarter funds.
Suffice it to say? If you don't want to hear a ton of noise? Turn your TV down, or install noise reducing window sealers and wall padding.
If you don't want people eavesdropping on your conversation? Wait with talking about it until you're in a private room like normal people. Pretty sure Muzo has some kind of responsibility cancelling words in their ToS that actually works unlike their nonsense of a product, in the event that someone using the 'privacy' setting lists off their bank account information while someone eavesdrops.

Seriously, don't be one of those gullible fools who spend money on a 'cool science idea' and a well made promotional marketing ploys. Just use common sense.

If you're a frequent user of Twitter and you follow this impersonator: https://mobile.twitter.com/QueenVaxi

Please unfollow them immediately. They're just riding on my back trying to get attention at my expense, and violating my character and her story.

If you're an incel who frequents incel forums and agree with their viewpoints and actually think women are/should be property of men?

Please do me a favor: Unwatch me, and go fuck yourself.

So I've decided this beginning of April to do what I've considered doing now for more than 2 years.
Due to my jewelry business collapsing, my bills going up, and the haters I've accumulated over the years, I've made the call to sell my dearest Vaxi.

This includes all artwork and rights.

I'll sell her for $8500

I know, I know, I shouldn't let a bunch of fools dictate whether I keep Vaxi or not, but the psychological stress these people manage to inflict on me so expertly is just too much for my sensitive psyche to handle, so I'm gonna have to just step aside.

Have a chill time, FA. It was fun while it lasted!

Congrats on turning 29 buddy! Keep raking in those YCHs and fuck the jellyhaters! Lol xD
 miles-df have a great day mate! ♡♡♡

I don't know who this guy is, but this seems too planned and too sincere to be one of those fake boohoo-ima-kill-myself-but-not-rly stories. This guy seems seriously depressed to the point that he might do

He's a complete stranger to me, but in my opinion, nothing is worth meeting a premature death for unless it's in defense of a loved one's life. Dying simply cause depression tells you to is not a good enough reason to take your own life.

Please guys, now more than ever, I want my number of watchers to mean something. Show me, this guy, and the world at large, that you're good fucking people. Prove to this guy that life is worth living.

Make me fucking proud, guys and girls.


Seems they removed the journal. The guy's account is http://www.furaffinity.net/user/heirwolfenstine/ , but the account is suspended?