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Every 21st century piece of writing advice: Make us CARE about the character from page 1! Make us empathize with them! Make them interesting and different but still relatable and likable!

Every piece of classic literature: Hi. It's me. The bland everyman whose only purpose is to tell you this story. I have no actual personality. Here's the story of the time I encountered the worst people I ever met in my life. But first, ten pages of description about the place in which I met them.

GIVE A HUGE HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO TOMMY!! THE MANS IS FRIGGIN 18!!!

wait... he's 18... he's an adult... oh no

I've been wondering this for a while now

who is the ender dragon in irl manhunt

Is the world flat? No. But I do wonder what it would be like if it was. I can imagine a scene that someone finally reached the end of it and it's be one of those dramatic events like the movies. But instead of intense anxiety and fear, if be laughing because you just fell out of the world. then everyone will know because chat told them that Rebecca fell out of the world.

can you tell I play video games too much?

Try. It might not work every time, but it's better to try than not.

me and friends are playing origins. we already have an op gremlin help. she's the landlord of the lake

Deficit of War

The grave was simple. A small marker made of stick and cloth, standing out of the snow and dirt. The tree behind it was burned but started to grow again. Little by little. Even in the freezing winters, you can see more improvement than before. All but the marker was gone. Singed, yes, but gone was the farthest thing.

Was she still breathing? Just through the dirt and roots now instead of blood and lungs? It's possible, but then it's also pointless thinking about such things.

She was free. That's all that matters.

A peek at what I'm up to

I'm doing fanart of Mitsuri Kanroji from Demon Slayer! I love her so so much!! But I also just bought and finished the 17th book. And omg, my heart... for those who haven't read or seen the series yet, you'll die for it. I thought it was overrated at first, but I tried reading it and my heart soared with the story!

Anyways, this is just a cleanup sketch and I'm going to start doing some test lineart and colors. I'm still learning, so I might as well test what works and not as much as I can!

Does anyone else have specific days when their high sensitivity spikes so high you get irritated at every little thing so much that it feels unbearable and you wanna cry from the anger but you can't cause you're in public? Cause that's me internally every Sunday..

The Little Things

He didn't know at the time. She tried not let him worry. But even when she couldn't speak, He understood.

The constant fear of doing something wrong. A dread that eats away at the stomach, Then the heart and mind. A heavy burden on the shoulders, That seems to never lose weight, And only pushes down. Hard.

So she tries to be smaller, A spec of dust in the storm. He doesn't let her. He holds her tight, Wrapping his arms around her curled body, Lets her know he's there for her, And never lets go.