In other news I am currently quietly bawling my eyes out over my fictional characters. As in, I had to get up and stop writing and walk away for a few minutes.
you have an OC, you have an OC for twelve fucking years, and you've written them inside and out through a million permutations and you finally find them and you think you've gotten them to the end of their arc and you kind of pat the little OC on the head and say Okay, you're a mess, but you're gonna be okay, this is the end of your character development, this is what you are
and the OC fucking goes no I'm better than that
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