People are much happier to see your half-assed scribbling that's barely recognizable as a character or even distinguishably a person at all than they are to see the image you told an AI to amalgamate together.
I am much happier to see your half-assed scribbling that's barely recognizable as a character or even distinguishably a person at all than they are to see the image you told an AI to amalgamate together.
Epic and Cross most obvious choices here ʕ ꈍᴥꈍʔ
WHOOPPIIIEEEE OKAY SO ohno I'm about to share my opinions on the internet.
HAHAA YOLO
First, EPIC!!!
BINGO. Almost happened twice but I like to think he's capable of the occassional brain usage
As for everyone else being wrong? That doesn't apply to a lot of people (cough cough MOOTS cough and some other people COUGH) and I also strive to avoid confrontation so I will never correct/comment about something that bothers me to anyone that I don't feel close enough to actually say anything to
Beating him up for brain-rot ✌️
Okay now CROSSY-ROADS!!! (Credit to that one person who drew crepic in minecraft i dunno their tag)
ANNND ANOTHER BINGO almost kinda
Again. He's capable of using his brain. I just don't know exactly how much he does...
He has done so many things wrong in his life. If he poured soup on my lap though I would probably only apologize a little bit.
Beating him up for terrorizing children. Mega unbased behavior 😒
OG bingo card under cut, credit to @/petrichormeraki
I am facing a problem that plagues many a fanfic writer. The fanfics that I want to read happen to also be the fanfics that I want to write and that I have not yet written.
I don't even have a plot for some of them. I'm sad now :( I just want my stories to already exist in exactly the way I want them to be written... is that too much to ask??
Dreams I've had in the last two weeks, an incomplete compilation:
- At least 3 (three) instances of a dream where I check my Ao3 inbox to a minimum of 5 comments. Disappointed every time I woke up
- Hair grew by like four inches
- there was a pokemon in there somewhere, I think
- post apocalypse with a rapidly changing team of people. At one point I cut off a guy's arms before he joined my team so another teammate had to feed him. Also happened that when I tried to shoot people I had no bullets. My best friend was there, she rocked
- I don't remember the plot but the same gun thing happened in a dream or two last week
And somehow, it still happens to be the only times I woke up too early after any of these dreams was when my cat made a bunch of noise and when I forgot to turn off my earlier alarm
Sometimes ocs are these intricately made people that you've been developing for years and years and you have so many irrelevant details about them written down somewhere because it's important to you to know and you know what their last five jobs were and all the reasons they do or don't drink and other times ocs are doodles you threw together with duct tape and that your friend saw and said "🫵its name is Guff"