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My favorite genre of artist, I think, is artist who gets wayyyy to fixated on some random minor character that no one else cares about but gets so into them that they drag you with them. Like shoot man now I'm also invested in Random NPC 3. Your propaganda has worked.
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It's been a while i wasn't active on this account here...
So thanks to someone liking my posts so much (@k0reanski i love you) i got to read my own writing again.
Funny thing is, my feelings about my writing is always the same, a cycle. And it goes like this;
- (when i don't force myself to write and actually have something to say) "oh hey, this is an exciting idea, can't wait to put it down into words". And i write, then post it.
- i hate it. Oh i hate it with all my being, 'it's so cringe, you shouldn't write again.' And an internal battle of keep it or delete this abomination lasts for a long while... Then i end up leaving it, most of the time at least. (Mature me, thank you for saving me, mature me)
- and then i find it again, either by coincidence or just wondering about what i used to write... And read it. And i enjoy it. Surprisingly.
- Not in a "wow i wrote great"- yeah maybe this but, more like "hey this person understands me like crazy-" and yes, i am this person. I know i am. But- it's the old version of me, okay? One i forgot how she looked at things or what she felt at that moment exactly... And i like it, i like what she do. I enjoy it.
Moral of the story? Idk i didn't intend on one, but, it can be “write what you enjoy, enjoy what you write”.
@k0reanski-bot-xd again, thanks. I'm happy you enjoyed some of my content
For some reason Tumblr had me unfollow a bunch of mutuals?? Anyway I think I'm refollowing everyone now. Idk what was up w that
So college is cool and great and all, but man do I miss my friends. I'm so glad the internet is a thing so I can bother them with my silly little thoughts all the time, idk what I'd do without that. Sit in a hole, probably
Being like “yeah so I’ve been really into this thing” just to be met with “I follow your tumblr blog. I’ve seen. You reblogged like 20 fanarts in the span of 15 minutes”
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“hunt” for Mira
Oh man. Girlie is hunted by so many things
-people at school she has beef with (has gotten in several fights defending people)
-other magical girl groups
-other magical girl’s within her own group
-later in the story, her entire (former) magical girl alliance turns against her (well. That one’s sorta her fault she openly defies them and essentially asks for it)
She used to be only a little paranoid? She’d have random moments of anxiety but for the most part of she was in her civilian form she tried not to think about anything related to her duties too much? But as her story progresses and more threats come into play she’s basically constantly on at least some level of alert. Makes her antsy and quicker to snap at people, it’s not great
I think it’d be sooo cool if I stopped getting ads for Ai. Just saying
Sometimes friendship is plotting with your friend at 2 am to rewatch the entirety of Aphmaus minecraft series for nostalgia and so you can write banger fanfic because you’re adults now and actually know how to write
