The urge to shift to another city and cut ties with everyone and start a new journey and visit bookstores and cafes and wear aesthetic clothes and be that mysterious quiet one who has a history and won't speak of it.
your ocs should be friends with mine btw. my ocs told me they want to be friends with yours. theyre too shy to ask so i have to tell you. my ocs are asking your ocs to be friends with them
Hyperfixating on your own OC is so frustrating. Nobody else wants to rotate them in their minds the way you do and if you talk too much about it they can get impatient and exasperated.
My poor blorbo. Unloved by all but me and to a lesser extent my boyfriend. My blorbo OC is so amazing and I can't explain it to anyone else.
WIP furby nesting dolls!! This is before they went in the kiln. They’re a 2005, 1998, and buddy, carefully sculpted so the smaller ones fit in the bigger ones. The lil guy got too dry for me to continue in ceramic clay, so I’m cheating a bit and using air dry and oven bake clay to finish the details. Within the smallest furb there shall be a worm on a string, which of course is the larval state of furbies.
drabbles-and-ideas
Confess something you've thought about me on anon
Discovering my characters backstory by listening to music
