ayyyy guess what, it's another reupload of an old fic to ao3
took me a bit but I figured out how to put the related art piece I made in there too. as with the previous reupload, it has some edits made. nothing too fancy, rephrased some sentences, added a couple more. gave Ghost a few more thoughts and actions
I see that my follower numbers are going up and it perks me up! Buuuuut only to be greatly disappointed that most of thoss "followers" are just sex bot accounts.
...You'd think being a succubus, this wouldn't bother me, but it's like... How to I saw this?
Bot followers are like potato chips. Nice to have, but provides no nutritional benefits whatsoever. Which is why I don't pounce on an Ink!Sans—he's soulless and... Ink is potato chips to Succubi and Incubi. Yeah, he'll be tasty, but... No benefits.
Speaking of "tasty", I need some apples to snack on. Damn pregnancy cravings are gonna make me fatter than I already am...💦
After Link discovered what happened with Zelda, he randomly goes to the light dragon, hanging out on her head, telling her about his journey and how their friends are doing, napping on her forehead and just talking to her
Because even if he's not sure she can understand, it's still her and it helps him cope, he knows his best friend isn't lost, she's still there somewhere
If my mom sees a significant amount of blood she gets lightheaded, and has fainted on some occasions. Once it happened when we were kids, I wasn't there to witness it but I heard the story from my dad. Basically my brothers, around 7 or 8 at the time, were playing outside while my mom was making their lunch, and she accidentally cut her finger. It wasn't anything serious, but it drew a fair bit of blood and she passed out. My dad saw this and rushed over, but he didn't really know what to do so he just sort of started slapping her to wake her up (not recommended, but he had no idea and panicked)
At that exact moment my brothers both came in from playing, and all they saw was our mom unconscious on the floor and our dad slapping her. So, like, without even saying a word to each other they both just INSTANTLY start whaling on him, like, full blown attack mode to defend our mom. Which obviously didn't help the situation, but she did wake up and everything was fine.
Now our dad says that he's actually really glad they attacked him over what they thought was going on, because it means he raised good boys. And I still think that's true, they're very good boys.
i say i like tragedies and everyone’s all like ‘why do you like sad stories? are you depressed?’ and never ‘how was the catharsis? was the catharsis fun?’
when u go to write a mentally ill person in ur story you are presented two options. the first option is to write your mental illness realistically as you actually experience it with all the ups and downs and people who are like you will resonate with it and feel seen. except every person who reads instagram infographics on mental health that uses the phrase narcicisst for anyone who does anything that crosses them and unironically call themself a dark empath will call you scary and tell you that youre demonizing mentally ill people
the second option is to lie and write inspiration porn for those people to get hard to
me: this is a background character who's in one scene, has two lines, and is completely irrelevant to the rest of the story. i am going to stop obsessing over what to name him and use the random name generator on behindthename.com. i am going to accept the first thing it gives me and move the fuck on.