#creator's problems

Roman : I'VE GOT AN IDEA!

Logan : please, I.. I am working right now

Roman : I might forget the idea, I need your cooperation!

Logan : Just write it down!

Roman, already rambling : think for me, Logan ~

Roman : I'VE GOT AN IDEA - a g a i n

Logan, sleeping : fckoff

Remy : what's the idea?

Roman, feeling sleepy : it's really important and we need two write that down before I lose it

Remy : sooooo, tell me?

Roman : keep the idea.. *tells him*

Remy : alright.

Roman, falling asleep :

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The next day

Roman : REMY WHERE'S THE IDEA

Remy: no coffee no talk

Roman, running away : *grabs a coffe and returns * accept the sacrifice and give me the idea I had you hold for me

Remy : nothing *slurps coffee *

Roman : w-but... I.. I.. I trusted you..

Remy : creativity doesn't survive me, my Prince *grins and walks off *

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Roman : So, you can up with this great idea and then suddenly, you find something related to it. But you didn't make that.

Roman : and now you are doubting yourself. Did you actually encounter this before? Did you copy it but didn't know and now you know which means that you don't deserve the idea because it's not yours?

Roman : YOU STOLE IT!

Roman : then again, maybe your whole concept is just a lie because you watched this show and listened to that song and read another story and all these influences somewhat shaped your work.

Roman : but did you want to do that or not and is it your work now or just a bunch of influences filtered into a blop of shades stolen from different colour schemata?

Roman : You rotten thief.

Logan : Literally. No. Stop

Roman :

Logan : Originality is a lie and perfectionism is an unreachable ideal.

Roman, sobbing : nothing I make is valid, I stole everything..

Logan : did you ever write a story in a contemporary setting? Is it stolen just because you implement an idea to reality or a concept of it?

Roman :.. I'm.. I'm.. No?

Logan : good. If you don't steal, are you a thief?

Roman : I'm.. Not?

Logan : precisely.

Roman, hugging Logan : 'm not a thief..

Logan, carefully holding him : you're not.

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My lolo and my logic are trying to validate me I guess and.. That helped?

And how I occupy it!

Patton, cooking : oof, this is relaxing *humming and happily improvising a new sauce * maybe I should bake cookies too? I feel wild today ~

Roman : hey padre, I've got an idea

Patton, smiling : ah, good. Write it down and join me in cooking?

Roman : nono, you need to stop all you're doing and listen

Patton, frowning : but.. My potatoes could burn and what about the cauliflow -

Roman : really really really important and I need all the attention!!

Patton, shutting the stove and stops cooking : okay...

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*about one hour later

Food, growing cold :

WHY HAVE YOU FORSAKEN ME???

(if u get that, you're adopted and I'll make you a cinnamon poptart)

Patton, confused : I.. Um.. Okay..

Roman : okay. Good. We're done! *leaves with a whoosh*