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(also, she was never judgey - if my meal was a single potato chip she would simply say good job eating a potato chip today <3 )

Textpost by "tapir worf" @‌eggy_egregore, that reads:

If you don't go outside every single day during the day and look at the sky, you are performing a punishing biological experiment on yourself previously reserves for prisoners

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Write a character taking an action.

Add 1 object description

Add 1 setting description

Add internal feeling (does not need to be related to action)

Add physical manifestation of feeling (ie sweating, shaking, smiling, etc)

Add setting atmosphere (this MUST be impacted by internal feeling so if your character is scared, atmosphere must be threatening vibes)

Add internal monologue, at least one sentence

Add 1 setting or object description (your choice)

Complete with sentence fragment, ideally either the completion of initial action or a repetition of action sentence.

Serena folded the neon spandex suit.

Serena folded the neon spandex suit. A large pile of similarly brightly colored costume pieces sat next to the bed as tall as her hip.

Serena folded the neon spandex suit. A large pile of similarly brightly colored costume pieces sat next to the bed, as tall as her hip. She felt resentful.

Serena folded the neon spandex suit. A large pile of similarly brightly colored costume pieces sat next to the bed, as tall as her hip. She felt resentful. She snapped her wrists hard enough the next piece of laundry - a nylon cape - sounded like a whip cracking.

Serena folded the neon spandex suit. A large pile of similarly brightly colored costume pieces sat next to the bed, as tall as her hip. She felt resentful. She snapped her wrists hard enough the next piece of laundry - a nylon cape - sounded like a whip cracking. The silence of the house chased the sound, smothering it (and her) with oppressive ease.

Serena folded the neon spandex suit. A large pile of similarly brightly colored costume pieces sat next to the bed, as tall as her hip. She felt resentful. She snapped her wrists hard enough the next piece of laundry - a nylon cape - sounded like a whip cracking. The silence of the house chased the sound, smothering it (and her) with oppressive ease. They won't mention me tonight. Not even a footnote. I bet the award ceremony is over now. If they cared even a little, they'd call.

Serena folded the neon spandex suit. A large pile of similarly brightly colored costume pieces sat next to the bed, as tall as her hip. She felt resentful. She snapped her wrists hard enough the next piece of laundry - a nylon cape - sounded like a whip cracking. The silence of the house chased the sound, smothering it (and her) with oppressive ease. They won't mention me tonight. Not even a footnote. I bet the award ceremony is over now. If they cared even a little, they'd call. Her phone lay next to the growing stack of folded costumes, screen like an abyss.

Serena folded the neon spandex suit. A large pile of similarly brightly colored costume pieces sat next to the bed, as tall as her hip. She felt resentful. She snapped her wrists hard enough the next piece of laundry - a nylon cape - sounded like a whip cracking. The silence of the house chased the sound, smothering it (and her) with oppressive ease. They won't mention me tonight. Not even a footnote. I bet the award ceremony is over now. If they cared even a little, they'd call. Her phone lay next to the growing stack of folded costumes, screen like an abyss. Serena folded the laundry.

Quick edited version:

Serena folded the neon spandex suit. A large pile of similarly brightly colored costume pieces sat squatly next to the bed, as tall as her hip. Resentfully, she snapped out the next piece of laundry - a nylon cape - so hard it cracked like a whip. The silence of the house chased the sound, smothering it (and her) with oppressive ease. Her lip curled as she reached for a pair of aqua leggings. They won't mention me tonight. Not even a footnote. I bet the award ceremony is over now. I asked them to call when it ended. If they cared... Her phone lay next to the growing stack of folded costumes, screen like an abyss. She felt the weight of the empty house compacting her ribs, shoving her underneath her own skin, down and down and down. As if from a distance, she saw her arm, skin still pink from healing, reach for a red undershirt. Another load sat in the dryer waiting.

@chinelada's starshift killer -> ink :D been wanting to draw this guy for a while now.

And random comic with the welcoming house hubby~

Trve nature.

Trve nature.