“I need to go scout places so I can write my story,” says guy who will do anything besides write the story.
whats the story about
It’s the one based on the prompt from a couple weeks back.
Premise and structure have been locked in since a week and a half ago, and then I’ve just been procrastinating actually writing the story (it’s more that I got fairly busy, but I also managed to play a lot of Silksong in that time, so I imagine there’s some inefficiencies in there).
Goal is to try and finish it by Sunday?
It will suck badly, but that’s hopefully fine.
Ah, ah!
Ah, ah, ah!
Ah, ah, ah!
Ah!
-Wlil wood
Gay jail
ash what induces you to like posts this has beeen a point of curiosity like every time you like one of my posts that is bad
I feel like I really like my stories when they’re sketches and hate them when the lineart’s done.
I am unsure.
I see post, I like post.
She fell asleep laying on my legs for thirty minutes
i have found this problem as well, typically i find solutions to take out the thing that’s most hateable but that can leave the story rather. odd!
In eepy but hopefully I return back to cookie thread while I’m awake sometime
imo you are closer to the vibes of “t4t” than “chaser”
typically being a “chaser” is accompanied by connotations of like
extreme fetishization, particularly in a misogynstic way that doesn’t actually care about consent
like, “men [i.e. chasers] feel like they can more freely objectify trans women than cis women, so they generally pursue trans women instead”
what causes this exactly is another discussion entirely but. it’s a misogyny thing i think
which you. Don’t really give off the vibes of
note: everything i am saying here is made up and has no actual research behind it, this is a stream of thought thing, i am probably wrong but sshh
I was laughing so hard I went into the floor and then it was too comfortable to get up and she decided to lay on my legs.
this is copyright infringement
this is year stupid
check all time
i did it better than you ever could
like this one time when i was in costa rica i found myself seized by the urge to write a poem while lying on the grass it was really nice grass but there always seems to be something too similar and angsty about them so i forced myself to make it happy and have a rhyme structure and it was. less hateable than average?
