Apr 13
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^ all of highschool for us
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Ohhhhh turns out the reason weâve been having so much trouble today is cause we split someone new! for. Reasons
weâve been trying to settle on a semi-consistent style for when we wanna draw things for this blog and I think this blob-like approach is in the running. so hereâs our hosts. Letâs all use basic colors and not tell seafoam.
just got reverse fictiveâd??? guy matching my Everything found in fav video game.
having a host whose weird and cagey means constantly wondering Who Cares. Who cares. like. weâre not gonna get shot for telling someone something about us. why are we on the verge of an anxiety attack at the thought of sharing information about us to people we know would be chill abt it. pull it together
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god. this system mapping shit is kicking my ass
I think sometimes being plural is a lot like being a Steven universe style fusionâŠ..like when we present as an individual to others. Or when weâre blendy. Like I AM their fury. I AM their patience. I AM a conversation. Woagh.
Itâs an interesting feeling when it takes so long to realize who a specific headmate is, fictive-wise, that theyâre kinda not really a fictive anymore. Itâs like missing out? on getting to know them? But also watching them grow??? Itâs almost bittersweet in a way?