Why must every since book that involves lesbians always have a sad scene.
Sad-bians
THANK YOU KIND OP
Oh my god.
But think of the possibilities
I find it funny that whenever there's a female villain she always has claw-like nails, like, do they all meet up once a week to get their nails done???
Screw normal bookmarks, I say we just start using bird feathers and cool looking leaves
I've never really tried to draw people on paper, but, I do think this was a decent first try
I don't plan out the story
I dream it first, then I'll write it down the next day, and I continue doing that every night, reliving each dream to add more and more to the story until they are both complete
Yes, I can also do this for different fandoms too
Sometimes weird things happen to me
Example: My family's fire was dying out, and I, being a wild card, put my hand over the fire, not thinking anything of it, and instantly, the fire came back alive!
Was I questioning my gender identity while listening to My Chemical Romance and Set it off? Yes.
Don't act like you haven't done something similar!
I have a love hate relationship with procreate
Being someone who writes a lot while also being someone who doodles a bunch is a dangerous combination
I'll be writing an essay for class and get into the zone (you probably know what I'm talking about) then I'll zone out and end up with a small comic on the side of the paper
Why, I don't know!
But at least my teachers likes it
SHORT STORY TIME!!!
Writing prompt: Write a story that starts at a funeral
"We'll all miss Daniel, we'll miss his jokes and how they were able to make a room light up even in the darkest rimes, how his smile seemed like the plague, no one was able to out run it. But sadly we need to move on, it what he would have wa-wanted. Re-st in...peace..." Avery said, tears streaming down her face as she walked away from the podium.
Looking around the room I could see that many others shared the same sarrow as Avery, friends, family, and strangers. All of them. They all shared sorrow for the lost of Daniel Quin.
Walk over to the casket I saw him, staring at what was once a beautiful smile that was able to shine brighter then the sun now laid the bruised and battered face face of Danie.
"My child! My sweet child!" Mrs. Quin cried as she stared at the face of her son. She laced her fingers with his as if she was hoping that suddenly he would wake up all better.
If only that was possible.
"My dear, it's time." Mr. Quin told his wife in a hushed voice. "No. Please, just give me another minute....". Mr. Quin complied to Mrs. Quin's request.
No one complained. No one would dare too.
"Okay. Okay. I thing I'm ready...." Mrs. Quin said in a shaky voice though her gaze said other wise. Mr. Quin guided is wife away from the casket that held their son, whispering soft words of reassurance into her ear.
Now it was time.
Slowly and gently they lowered the casket into the Earth. Down goes Daniel into the Earth's stomach. Into his new home.
Into my new home.
I swear sometimes people make no sense.
Sometimes I want to wear a dress but apparently I can't get one since some person will say "You can't get a dress because you won't wear it everyday" but then if I don't wear one they will complain about me "never wearing a dress".
Like, mi amigo, make up your damn mind!
WHO THE BLOODY F KEEPS ON TAKING THE GENDERS AND WHAT ARE THEY DOING WITH ALL THOSE GENDERS
So about 3 to 4 years ago I wrote a short story, it was about how one of my ocs had a horrible day and when they go home their roommates take notice of their bad mood and decide to help them. It was very cringe.
BUT
I found the notebook I wrote the story in, and I'm bored and have too much free time so I decided to write it. But now as I rewrite it I realized something; they are soo close they seem like a couple... And because of that I want to try and kill one of them off just for the angst.
I love angst.
Yes there is something wrong with me.