Lamb-traumatised girl: Hannibal [weird middle name] Lecter, where the fuck are you?! I've been waiting twenty minutes for you.
Vegetarian boy: Sorry, darling, I'm on my way!
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Me, for the second night in a row: *getting ready to sleep on the couch*
Fozzie: MOTHER STAYS DOWNSTAIRS? MOTHER SLEEPS HERE??? AGAIN??? OH JOY, OH JOY, SLEEPOVER! MOTHER I WILL PUT MY BEDS BY YOUR BED FOR OUR SLEEPOVER, WE WILL SLEEP ALL NIGHT TOGETHER
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More random writing stuff: As much as I love to pre-plan and plot out what happens in my stories, I also love it when I encounter natural breaks when writing. It sort of helps breathe life back into the hobby for me. Oh, this part should really just end here? Cool. This scene could actually be done from the next POV? Even better than my original plan. Turns out I was struggling to write this because it was dragging on without me realising? The whole thing just flows so much better now. Sometimes it’s just great when my brain throws a little spontaneity into the mix. I’ve come to realise that outlines are best viewed as a guide and not step-by-step instructions.
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Hey creatives which is better:
A) an aggregator account (any social media) posting your stuff (with permission) and linking back to you so they get a bunch of interaction on your stuff and some of it trickles down to you, or...
B) you and you alone posting your stuff to a small crowd
I wholeheartedly agree you shouldn't do art 'for the likes' and too much popularity has a downside, but really, getting interaction and knowing your stuff is being seen is a nice perk.
for science: put your age range (teen/20s/30s) and art type (fan art/original/comics/illustrations) in the tags!
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I love how we are all collectively offended by and mad at
˜”°•.˜”°• Jeff Satur •°”˜.•°”˜
And why?
Because he is so fucking pretty and perfect and you just wanna GRRRRR
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tell you the truth (but never goodbye)
synopsis ☆ a brief snapshot of lady bronya's scarce but meaningful romantic encounters.
content info — fluffy bronseele (HSR) drabble because i am WEAK for them. loosely based off the song daylight by taylor swift.
word count — 0.4k words.
author's note — guys i told you i was having brainrot of this ship, i literally made a post about it a while ago omg. i wrote this in about 20 mins & it's barely proofread but i hope you enjoy it either way!!
love was something that bronya may have acknowledged in the past, but even so, the thought never lasted for more than a few, fleeting moments. it was all borne out of transience, really, like a lone dandelion that drifted in the wind. you saw it for a second, eyes filled with a wonder that seemed inherent, before its petals floated off and disappeared as if they were never even there—and so, it took that same feeling of wonder along with it.
bronya didn't have time to fill her head with those fuschia fantasies. perhaps she never did. not when she had to follow her blatantly rigid schedule, not when she had to steady and perfect her grasp on a shining blade, not when she had to hold her head up high and flash the civilians a perpetual smile because belobog belonged to her mother, and so she too belonged to it.
but of course, the older she grew, the more apparent a certain truth became. for better or for worse, life refused to follow a set path because its spirit was one that was unabashed and unrestrained, so instead it simply went wherever it wanted to go.
yet alongside that fact was something else—a saying that was introduced to bronya when she was still a child, remaining within her ever since.
every single thing that you experience, whether it heals your soul or damages it, happens for a reason.
looking back, that statement was what stayed most tenaciously by her side the moment she met the stubborn, violet-haired member of wildfire. seele—that was the name that, as it turns out, occupied bronya's mind for the rest of their journey.
that was the name that she uttered softly when she approached her on a peaceful, sleepless night in rivet town, bringing about a strange but tender conversation that revealed corners and crevices that were previously hidden.
that was the name that she said firmly when she needed to tell someone about her decision. that she would confront cocolia by herself.
and, eventually, after the gap between the underworld and overworld finally closed, it was the name that came out in a breathless whisper just before their lips met for the first time.
so, maybe bronya did have time for love. the only other misconception she had was that it wasn't anywhere near pink or fuchsia—no, love was a beautiful, burning shade of gold.
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