Destiny's Dream

Hello, I'm Destiny. I'm a fictional character whose posts are based off true events. But sometimes, those posts are fictional. Their purpose is to just to get rid of the idea that's bothering me. Expect lots of bad wording and plain stuff. I'm horrible at explaining things.

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I envy those who can sleep comfortably with a small stuffed toy. Or a teddy bear. I can't sleep without a humongous bear enveloping me. How do you people do it?

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Potted plants yes marry me

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pAK DO YOU kNOW how maNy Accents I can’T do BecaUse I can’t do the ‘r’ sound.

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Ahahaha So while trying to sleep, I remembered this really embarrassing memory of me getting my vaccinations— Okay so you have those doctors, needles, nurse, and family members. Okay, getting on. So my mother took me to the doctor without me knowing that I had to take a vaccination. My family members tagged along, because they knew that we were going to the mall after the vaccination. When I saw the needle, I freaked the hell out and ran outside. I ended up in the bathroom crying and yelling that I didn't want to have the injection, or saying that I would just take it next month. My family members dragged me out of the bathroom, and locked the door to the outside so I wouldn't run away again. I was so fearful of that damn needle that I was crying and screeching my lungs out, and my relatives had to LITERALLY restrain me to the ground. I ended up kicking the doctor's leg, giving a bruise to a cousin, and red marks on my wrists and legs(and maybe my chest). I was whimpering when the needle was in, and I stopped crying when it was out. I felt nothing, probably from the adrenaline. I had to apologize and left the doctor's clinic feeling stupid and embarrassed. But the ice skating in the mall made me feel better. My sister made fun of me the entire day. And I overheard one of my Aunts joking that they had to come along whenver I have my vaccination(next year). True that, I'd probably end up stabbing somebody.

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That satisfying feeling you get whenever you manage to bring a potted plant into your room and scare the shite out of your sister

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I like nature But it’s so scary like what are those fugkin spores

My sister once found a fern, and to verify wether it actually was one, checked under the fronds and she flew onto me and latched onto my body and screamed something about having a fear of plants now.

Tracheaphobia or something.

Now I can’t bring potted plants

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My sister needs to dIE

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So my cousin came into my room and held up a paper of the lines I did for her. She was super nonchalant when looking at me so I asked her “What is it” And her face gradually turns into an expression of a demon and points at the paper she was holding up. I look at it and asked what was wrong with it

“You’re spending too much time with your ships.” My cousin(exact words) said. So I smiled at her and asked what she knew about my ships

“Similarly to your lines, they’re not s t r a i g h t . ”

Haha I’m dying this happened a few days/weeks back

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My stomach hurts I probs need a butter sandwich

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P 2 of the prev, post

Eh ok since I’m kinda lazy and remembering takes quite a while for me, I’ll just summarize it up (Also because my cousin was getting prissy and talking about privacy and her choice of words)

Okay, I honestly forgot where I left off, so I’ll just recap then continue

So this girl finds this guy in her apartment

According to my cousin, the guy is the girl’s future husband??? A time traveler???? But girl doesn’t know that ‘cause the guy’s from the future (Eeeh timey wimey stuff I’m not good at this)

Okay, so, now that I have the main concept out, I’ll talk about how my cousin draws this.

So, uh, I dunno how to word this properly, since I’m not an artist and I’m just basing this off my cousin’s logic.

So you know how artists’ style progresses as they grow older/spend more time arting? Yeah.

Ok, cousin starts it off as girl being sunshiney and all that. Then, getting to the part where girl meets the future guy, cousin only draws the girl. Like, the girl only. I ask cousin why she isn’t drawing the guy yet, and she replied, “Not yet.”

So she continues off doing the comic. It’s pretty short, actually. Not much details. Just boxes and a girl and speech bubbles.

I asked cousin to explain what she was doing. And, it’s pretty complicated, especially since she’s not exactly fluent at 'wording’ things(runs in the family, eh).

So, apparently, the comic is a project that she’ll work on for 2 years? “Isn’t that a bit too.. advanced for you? You’re like, eleven or something.” And, my cousin being the sarcastic lil nugget she is, replied something snarky that I didn’t bother to remember.

Okay, so, back on track, cousin will do this for 2 years. Basically, first year is dedicated to creating the 'present’ part of the comic (the girl). The second year is for the 'future’ part (the guy).

At first, I didn’t get it. Why wait so long to draw the guy ? . Remember how I said earlier that as the artist progresses, their style improves and shite? Yeah. The guy, coming from the future, has to be drawn better than the girl. That’s why cousin’s waiting for a year to draw him, because at that point, her drawing style might improve.

This kinda supports the fact that the guy’s from the future.

To summarize, my cousin is working on a 2 year comic. It’s about a girl and a guy. The girl is an ordinary girl, smiling and stuff. Guy is from the future, gonna be the husband and all that.

Wonder why my cousin’s so worried about this 'privacy’ thing. I didn’t put any tags.

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Ok So I have this lil cousin who lives under the same roof as mine. So I went into her room to ask for some pills She was on her bed, drawing whatever what was on her mind, and of course, me being the curious person I am, asked her what she was drawing. She looked me dead straight in the eyes and said, "a story of Romance,". Me, being a sucker for love and all that, I immediately sat beside her. She was confused for a moment until I asked her what was the story about. She replied(in her exact words), "well, it's about this girl who's, like, happy and cheerful and stuff. One day she was walking in the rain, smiling and brightening up old people's days by greeting them and shite. "Anywho, once she arrives in her apartment, she sees a fugking man in her bedroom, who was just nonchalantly staring at the pircture frames on the girl's wall. "So the girl freaks out like any NORMAL PERSON would, and told him to gET OUT like a NORMAL PERSON. But unfrotunately, the girl knew was weak and couldn't do jack shite. "Accepting her fate of death, she tapped the shoulder of the dude and asked him to get out—" "Wow, she must be Canadian." "You fugkin idiot don't be racist or I'll skin you." P. 1.

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Damn what am I doing here posting my business on this website

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Ahhh I thjnk there’s something wrong with my eyesight I can’t seem to tell wether the lines I’m making are straight or not. Am I spending too much time around my ships or something???

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I like doing stuff all in one shot. I often get distracted by lots of stuff so to ‘balance’ this out, I usually do things all at once.