#verte sinople

Just kidding, I guess I do have more to say lol. To look at it positively, although it hasn't been easy, I'd like to think I've grown a little (not physically, you know what I mean) when looking back, and I feel closer with my mutuals than ever before by the end of it all. And I know I've been extremely slowgoing with my fanfics, as if that's new, but I might finally be overcoming my imposter syndrome for real. No, it's not the sort of thing that vanishes instantly, let alone permanently, but there's a real difference now. A welcome one.

I'm not saying this because I assume it's what people want to hear. I'm being serious. I'm not comparing my results and detail to everyone else's subconsciously anymore. I still take ages to be satisfied, but now I can BE satisfied with no catch, no "it's not like that cake..." inadequacy. It took years and relapses, but I've finally embraced, fully embraced, what makes my writing... my writing.

Unlike Solaris, you can't extinguish this flame. You will get more horsie, and yes, that's a threat.

"Tell me, has the doctor learned his much deserved lesson?"

Trudy looked at Verte. She scratched her other hand. She wished she could reveal an inspiring conclusion, one that went along the lines of Eggman retiring to a peaceful existence after having benefitted the world with his undeniable gift of genius, and putting his longstanding enmity with Sonic to rest once and for all. This was not that reality, as proven with the attempt to blow up a city, cutting the moon in half, separating the entire world itself into fragments, handing over a replicated reality-shattering jewel to a deranged mercenary and letting him run wild with it, kidnapping a mother just to spite her daughter...