u/fat_brick1

I would like to start a VA Chanel on YouTube, nothing too serious just for fun and to start building a portfolio if need be, any kind if comic or post dub, calssic tumblr comments dubbed and short comics, anyone is wellcome to join, i personally can do a decent range of male voices, if you're intrested dm me so we can talk in discord, thank you for your time :)

4/4 slots occupied casting closed, exceptions can be made but the place is not guaranteed

This was originally wrote in italian so some parts might've not translated perfectly, i did my best i hope you enjoy, i also posted the italian version in case you are intrested

This is about my experience with neurodivergence

Humans, guardians of inscrutable secrets

For them I speak in recipes and projects, not phrases and expressions.

I know the sound, but not the sense

I know the symbols, but not the meanings

I know the noise, but only summary

I look at you; closely in spite of myself; for a grain is not an island, and a single grain sinks.

And so I look at you, alienated in this distant vicinity, awkwardly nodding at your bizarre verses, and I move, as vague as your rules.

And so I alienate myself

And you speak, and I look at you, and I don't

And so I alienate myself

And you speak, and I look at you, and you don't understand, and I don't understand, and so I hate.

Sometimes I speak, softly and hushed, broken words in an unknown language, you speak crudely, brazenly, you look at me, and I am afraid, and so I abstract, I hide, because I am afraid, and I am alone.

And so I alienate myself

And you speak, and I look at you, and you don't understand, and I don't understand, and so I hate.

I know so much ...of what little I know, and I try to speak, because if I speak of what I love, you will love me; but you look at me bewildered or disgusted, because what little I know, you do not love, and so I withdraw, I hide; because I am afraid, and I am alone.

And so I alienate myself

And you speak, and I look at you, and you don't understand, and I don't understand, and so I hate.

And then I change, I become multifaceted, because if you love my form, you will love me too, and so the shell is no longer alone, but lifting it is tiring, and the weight crushes me, so you see me fractured, bewildered or disgusted, and so I withdraw and hide, because I am afraid, and I am alone.

And so I alienate myself

And you speak, and I look at you, and you don't understand, and I don't understand, and so I hate.

Sometimes a hand reaches, and I speak, with the drop count, some run away, others don't, and so I speak more and more, because if I speak of what I love, they will love me too, some run away others don't, the grain is not alone, but a handful does not make an island.

And so I alienate myself

And you speak, and I look at you, and you don't understand, and I don't understand, and so I hate.

When I am alone I am not alone, there is the reflection that mocks me, speaks my words without knowing the meaning, the reflection also mocks me, and so I am alone when I am not alone.

And so I alienate myself

And he talks, and I look at him, and he doesn't understand, and I don't understand, and so I hate him.

The grain looks in the mirror, and there is a man, with his eyes ringed, too dark and his gaze too cold, I tell him to smile but he smiles crooked, wrong, he recites the pantomime of his peers, because he doesn't want to be alone.

But he doesn't understand and so I look at him and I hate him and so he looks at me and so I hate me.

In italian

Umani, custodi di segreti inscrutabii

Per loro parlo in ricette e progetti, non frasi e espressioni.

So il suono, ma non il senso

So i simboli, ma non i significati

So il rumore, ma solo sommario

Io vi guardo; da vicino mio malgrado; perché un granello non è un'isola, e un solo granello affonda.

E quindi vi guardo, alienato in questo vicino lontano, goffamente annuisco ai vostri bizzarri versi, e mi muovo, vago come le vostre regole.

E quindi mi alieno

E voi parlate, e io vi guardo, e non capite, e non capisco, e quindi odio.

A volte parlo, sommesso e sotto voce, parole rotte in una lingua sconosciuta, parlate rozzamente e senza finezza, voi mi guardate, e io ho paura, e quindi mi astraggo, mi nascondo, perché ho paura, e sono solo.

E quindi mi alieno

E voi parlate, e io vi guardo, e non capite, e non capisco, e quindi odio.

Io so tanto ...di quel poco che so, e provo a parlare, perché se parlo di ciò che amo, voi amerete me; ma mi guardate straniti o schifati, perché quel poco che so, non lo amate, e quindi mi ritiro, mi nascondo; perché ho paura, e sono solo.

E quindi mi alieno

E voi parlate, e io vi guardo, e non capite, e non capisco, e quindi odio.

E allora cambio, divento multiforme, perché se amate la mia forma, amerete anche me, e quindi il guscio non è più solo, ma sollevarlo è faticoso, e il peso mi schiaccia e mi frattura, voi mi vedete, straniti o schifati, e quindi mi ritiro e mi nascondo, perché ho paura, e sono solo.

E quindi mi alieno

E voi parlate, e io vi guardo, e non capite, e non capisco, e quindi odio.

A volte tendete una mano, e io parlo, col conta gocce, qualcuno scappa, altri no, e quindi parlo sempre di più, perché se parlo di ciò che amo, ameranno anche me, alcuni scappano altri no, il granello non è solo, ma una manciata non fa isola.

E quindi mi alieno

E voi parlate, e io vi guardo, e non capite, e non capisco, e quindi odio.

Quando sono solo non sono solo, c'è il riflesso che mi fa il verso, parla le mie parole senza sapere il significato, anche il riflesso mi deride, e quindi sono solo anche quando non sono solo.

E quindi mi alieno

E lui parla, e io lo guardo, e non capisce, e non capisco, e quindi lo odio.

Il granello guarda lo specchio, e c'è un uomo, con gli occhi cerchiati, troppo scuri e lo sguardo troppo freddo, gli dico di sorridere ma esce storto, sbagliato, recita la pantomima dei suoi pari, perché non vuole essere solo.

Però non capisce e quindi lo guardo e quindi lo odio e quindi mi guarda e quindi mi odio.

This was originally wrote in italian so some parts might've not translated perfectly, i did my best i hope you enjoy, i also posted the italian version in case you are intrested

This is about my experience with neurodivergence

Humans, guardians of inscrutable secrets

For them I speak in recipes and projects, not phrases and expressions.

I know the sound, but not the sense

I know the symbols, but not the meanings

I know the noise, but only summary

I look at you; closely in spite of myself; for a grain is not an island, and a single grain sinks.

And so I look at you, alienated in this distant vicinity, awkwardly nodding at your bizarre verses, and I move, as vague as your rules.

And so I alienate myself

And you speak, and I look at you, and I don't

And so I alienate myself

And you speak, and I look at you, and you don't understand, and I don't understand, and so I hate.

Sometimes I speak, softly and hushed, broken words in an unknown language, you speak crudely, brazenly, you look at me, and I am afraid, and so I abstract, I hide, because I am afraid, and I am alone.

And so I alienate myself

And you speak, and I look at you, and you don't understand, and I don't understand, and so I hate.

I know so much ...of what little I know, and I try to speak, because if I speak of what I love, you will love me; but you look at me bewildered or disgusted, because what little I know, you do not love, and so I withdraw, I hide; because I am afraid, and I am alone.

And so I alienate myself

And you speak, and I look at you, and you don't understand, and I don't understand, and so I hate.

And then I change, I become multifaceted, because if you love my form, you will love me too, and so the shell is no longer alone, but lifting it is tiring, and the weight crushes me, so you see me fractured, bewildered or disgusted, and so I withdraw and hide, because I am afraid, and I am alone.

And so I alienate myself

And you speak, and I look at you, and you don't understand, and I don't understand, and so I hate.

Sometimes a hand reaches, and I speak, with the drop count, some run away, others don't, and so I speak more and more, because if I speak of what I love, they will love me too, some run away others don't, the grain is not alone, but a handful does not make an island.

And so I alienate myself

And you speak, and I look at you, and you don't understand, and I don't understand, and so I hate.

When I am alone I am not alone, there is the reflection that mocks me, speaks my words without knowing the meaning, the reflection also mocks me, and so I am alone when I am not alone.

And so I alienate myself

And he talks, and I look at him, and he doesn't understand, and I don't understand, and so I hate him.

The grain looks in the mirror, and there is a man, with his eyes ringed, too dark and his gaze too cold, I tell him to smile but he smiles crooked, wrong, he recites the pantomime of his peers, because he doesn't want to be alone.

But he doesn't understand and so I look at him and I hate him and so he looks at me and so I hate me.

In italian

Umani, custodi di segreti inscrutabii

Per loro parlo in ricette e progetti, non frasi e espressioni.

So il suono, ma non il senso

So i simboli, ma non i significati

So il rumore, ma solo sommario

Io vi guardo; da vicino mio malgrado; perché un granello non è un'isola, e un solo granello affonda.

E quindi vi guardo, alienato in questo vicino lontano, goffamente annuisco ai vostri bizzarri versi, e mi muovo, vago come le vostre regole.

E quindi mi alieno

E voi parlate, e io vi guardo, e non capite, e non capisco, e quindi odio.

A volte parlo, sommesso e sotto voce, parole rotte in una lingua sconosciuta, parlate rozzamente e senza finezza, voi mi guardate, e io ho paura, e quindi mi astraggo, mi nascondo, perché ho paura, e sono solo.

E quindi mi alieno

E voi parlate, e io vi guardo, e non capite, e non capisco, e quindi odio.

Io so tanto ...di quel poco che so, e provo a parlare, perché se parlo di ciò che amo, voi amerete me; ma mi guardate straniti o schifati, perché quel poco che so, non lo amate, e quindi mi ritiro, mi nascondo; perché ho paura, e sono solo.

E quindi mi alieno

E voi parlate, e io vi guardo, e non capite, e non capisco, e quindi odio.

E allora cambio, divento multiforme, perché se amate la mia forma, amerete anche me, e quindi il guscio non è più solo, ma sollevarlo è faticoso, e il peso mi schiaccia e mi frattura, voi mi vedete, straniti o schifati, e quindi mi ritiro e mi nascondo, perché ho paura, e sono solo.

E quindi mi alieno

E voi parlate, e io vi guardo, e non capite, e non capisco, e quindi odio.

A volte tendete una mano, e io parlo, col conta gocce, qualcuno scappa, altri no, e quindi parlo sempre di più, perché se parlo di ciò che amo, ameranno anche me, alcuni scappano altri no, il granello non è solo, ma una manciata non fa isola.

E quindi mi alieno

E voi parlate, e io vi guardo, e non capite, e non capisco, e quindi odio.

Quando sono solo non sono solo, c'è il riflesso che mi fa il verso, parla le mie parole senza sapere il significato, anche il riflesso mi deride, e quindi sono solo anche quando non sono solo.

E quindi mi alieno

E lui parla, e io lo guardo, e non capisce, e non capisco, e quindi lo odio.

Il granello guarda lo specchio, e c'è un uomo, con gli occhi cerchiati, troppo scuri e lo sguardo troppo freddo, gli dico di sorridere ma esce storto, sbagliato, recita la pantomima dei suoi pari, perché non vuole essere solo.

Però non capisce e quindi lo guardo e quindi lo odio e quindi mi guarda e quindi mi odio.

I'm on chapter 43 and i've veen trying to figure out a way to help quifry out >! Since they told us that his eyes had issues !< and i think i finally found it, we know that the sage of learning uses spells to interact with witches while in bed, so that means that his magic is relatying iformation to him, this most likely is a form of mental connection, and apparently this form of interaction between human and magic isn't forbidden, we could try to isolate the component of the spell that relays information, >! specify it has to be visual inflrmation and make it a glass eye magica object, !< it might be hard to adjust to at first but the human brain is incredibly malluable so i'm guessing this could solve it.

What do you think? Maybe orugio would make me his apprentice with such clever magic hehe

I mainly buy one sketchbook from one company because it's paper has a rough texture that i really like, but it's too big to carry easily, i tried to find the specific term but i can't find so it's hard to find other paper like it, i blught other sketch books i don't use because the paper didn't have the right texture (not rough enough), do you use a specific paper too? What paper do you reccomend?