My Great Grandpa story turns 3 years old today.
I hardly worked on the main story this year. I made little to no progress on it and most of the time I DID think/talk about them it was minor stuff or shitposting. The same went for writing, any time I wrote it was just brainless, comforting and mushy Ev/Avery stuff.
Last year I joked that it felt like every day I woke up to the Thatcher family jumping on me with new ideas and scenarios, but this year they collectively picked me up and carried me through this year whether I cared or not. They were always there to fall back on whether I needed to project my feelings to understand what I was going through, or needed an escape to somewhere safe.
Basically, I tortured Ev by making him experience every fuckinā emotion I went through, I STILL struggle to draw Charlie, thereās still a billion things I want to draw with the oldie Thatcher siblings, with Lillian, with Avery, I STILL DONāT HAVE A TITLE, AND DONāT GET ME STARTED ON THAT āGHOSTINGā ANIMATIC I STILL WANNA DO.
But yknow that is completely okay with me ĀÆ\_(ć)_/ĀÆ
Happy Birthday, Everett and Charlie, never in a million years did I expect you two to mean this much to me ;__;