'There were three that she created. If she could see them now... If she could remember... But she cannot, can she? For she has long since moved on, hasn't she? There was a monarch. There was a protector. There was an oracle. And when it all fell apart, so too did they. But the world remains.'

The longer I go as a fan of the smiling critters and nightmare critters, the more I realize how much I just genuinely love ALL of them. No, I mean it, ALL of them. I know, some aren't as favored as others, even by us, but there isn't a one of them we don't love. But Poe's still the best. Bite me.

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Not me realizing, months after it was given to me, that the monitor my partner gave me to replace the tiny TV I was using as a 2nd screen is, in fact, a monitor, and I can use it like I use my main screen. I'm incredibly smart, sometimes. So anyway now I'm multitasking properly.

What if I just locked the fuck in right now? What if you wake up in like 3 days and BLAM TCW has like maybe another chapter or two ?! haha imagine unless... I mean I probably won't but I'm sure gonna try.

Alright, hold up, Current personal projects prepare to be ignored.

I think my next goal as a person is to learn to write silly quick short stories so that I don't end up trapped in the eternal torture that is having a brain that is 20 steps ahead while my current writing project isn't past halfway done.

The shippers don't want you to know this, but you can ship more than two characters in a ship. You can add more characters to the ship. It's free. I have a ship with five characters in it already.

They say that the abyss returns even the coldest gaze. So what if I gave it a warm gaze, instead? Gonna return that, abyss? Huh? If I throw love letters into the abyss, is it gonna write me back? Is it gonna try to win me over? Is the dark dread of existentialism really just the abyss being lonely?

The creative block of "I want to draw, but I'm afraid of drawing," has once again hit my head with a fucking sledgehammer. "But why are you afraid of drawing?" Every single time we try it triggers a depressive episode. Seriously. I hate that it happens but it happens consistently. It sucks.

Coming up with excuses to convince ourself that our shortcomings are alright when in reality it would actually take less effort to just get to work on the few things we want to do.

i'm so plural that my introjects are critiquing my sleeping habits. and by 'my introjects' i mean one of my introjects and by 'my sleeping habits' i mean me deciding yesterday to not sleep when i usually do and by 'critiquing' i mean expressing immense amounts of disappointment. It's a good life.

Tried to sleep, wound up just laying around for two and a half hours. Anyway time to game, I guess.

I hope the next time an art trend starts we'll have enough confidence to actually try drawing again.

Ohh it is a really shitty work shift today. Doing my best to not just quit cause fuck these incompetent leads.

Generative AI is a plague on the world that needs to be removed.

Following some thinking, decided to try re-writing chapter 7. Worst case scenario, we end up exactly where we were. Best case scenario, the mental reset that comes with restarting gets us where we want to be. It wasn't that far in, but there are a few quotes I hope I can get back.

There's no way I can find 5 words from my birth year that perfectly describe me- > Massively Multiplayer Online Game fuCK OFF- how are you gonna describe me in one 'word' (1998) > Massively Multiplayer Online Game > Neurodiversity > Perfect Storm > Romantasy > Yup

"So... That's it, huh?" "Hm?" "It's... never going to be like this again, will it?" "... No. I don't suppose it will." "Can it wait? Just until tomorrow?" "Why?" "Because I... I want to cherish this, one more time. Just sitting here, with you, staring out into the night sky. Before it ends."

A single question forms in their mind. Why are the good memories so hard to remember, and the bad ones capable of leaving stains so powerful, that we often lose sight of everything else?

"Did you ever see what else is out there? Did you ever spread your wings and fly, far away from everything we've known? This stupid valley can't be all there is." "I never really looked. Even when I flew above the clouds." "Never? Why?" "Because everything I wanted was right here. Always."