guess whos at it again
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guess whos at it again
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its meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
I don’t really like posting about writing when I don’t actually have any writing to post, but man, there’s something about writing the words “Everything would be okay,” and then immediately having a character say something to indicate that no, actually, this is the Plot kicking off that’s just so goddamn satisfying.
"y-yes. you ripped off my maui. teared a part of my heart with my leg away from me. gave up my greatest treasure. you broke me. you thought it wasn’t hard enough for such a disgusting monster to lose you... to never see you anymore, my dearest friend, my love. you told me that you hate me. how awful and evil i am. a materialistic sadistic evil crab, unable to love. b-but...but i loved you. more than my treasures, maybe even more than myself. than you left me to die. on the same shore where we were making out. sweetheart, i still dream about you. i can’t decide, are they nightmares or the most wonderful dreams. i miss you. miss your smell, your hands hugging me, your voice whispering loving words to me, telling me everything is gonna be okay, y-your soft kisses all...over my... face..." - tamatoa bursted into tears - "s-sweetheart, please... why, what did i do wrong? my...my maui...only mine...come back...miss...miss you... m-"
Just keep writing, just keep writing, just keep writing writing writing...
I am so close to being finished with the first chapter of this fic.
Once again, the Responsible Adult Support Group got off to a great start when Norman walked in, dropped down into a chair next to them, threw back Wallace's drink, and said:
“May and Brendan are fighting again”.
“Again?”
“Oh no”. The professor said, probably already anticipating his sulky, Groudon-infested teenager, when he gets home.
“It gets worse,” Norman says, slumping in his seat.
(“How,” the professor mutters, a hint of horror in his voice.)
“Wally was there, and he told them that if they didn’t kiss and make up, he'd kick both their asses”.
For a moment, silence fell as the group considered the threat of Kyogre and Groudon teaming up to kill Rayquaza. They wondered if they’d still have a region at the end of the year.
Then Wallace leaned forward.
“And, what did they do?”
Steven sighed. Why is this his life? He thought.
“@&€&&€€(;(&&(;:)€&((/“ the deoxys living in his head warbled, somehow sounding just as tired as he is.
waves. hhhi. me and @comfortventure have a cool au about silly victorian john watson n sherlock holmes. The Poet and The Earl respectively, heehoo!!
aand the first fic is up . yyeah! 👍 check it out if you want ! 💥💥/nf
https://archiveofourown.org/works/61894825
Chapter 4 of Nightlight is up!
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