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help why do i keep getting stuck
yeah i keep getting back into old things for like one day only. if someone gets me to fucking stop and get back to the fic im supposed to be writing, i will draw them whatever they want (well. if it aligns with something i like probably. on a scale from naruto to drawfee)
please save me from this bullshit im trapped looking at lawlight right now just because i searched up light imagay and only yesterday i remembered the golden guard and gustholomule. day before was superbat and batjokes i think
felt like it
so i have my own story with my own ocs that has technically existed for prob 2 maybe 3 years now idk. and like i remembered it existed and now have a more deep concept for it in which the mc i originally selected is not the mc bc.. he held no actual plot significance when it comes to the trauma and magical aspect!, HIS BROTHER WOULD BE A BETTER MC AUDNDJSSJ so instead my brain decided to make the mc the op char!! except he learns and grows to regain his opness so hes not like. always op. its actually funny why did past me make this guy practically god /genq
anyway i want to write this so i might just..test out the villain perspective or smth bc i made an animation (yk with a template ofc i cant code/animate/etc for shit) with the main bad and good guys in it and suddenly i want to come up with a plot
Would you believe it if I told you I wasn’t always so cruel? I was a child too, once.
I didn’t choose to become what I am; my parents did. That we may have in common.
It isn’t a joke when I tell you I’m not all bad. Been tainted, but not completely absorbed into those expectations I seem to be forced to meet.
It’s an unusually cold summer day, the breeze blowing the leaves of green, healthy trees around on their branches. The sun shines, but it feels far away, distant somehow. Clouds are scattered across the sky, light filtering through them like it does through the leaves of the greenery. It may seem like a beautiful morning to some, but to others, it was less than joyful. Others..like me. (HELP HES SO CRINGE /SRS)
The birds chirping awaken me, my “eye” opening. I take it in, as if I truly could see it, and feel around, trying to see if I have something to tell me the time.