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At this point I think I need to just start bringing pen and paper when I'm out riding, since that's when I suddenly get a bunch of ideas.

And maybe, when I inevitably get bucked off because I'm doing the horse equivalent of texting and driving, I'll get enough brain damage to fix my motivation issues and actually finish my growing number of drafts.

In other words, my buttercups apocalypse au and loop centric isat fics are coming along slowly and not at all surely.

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Merry (early) Christmas, ISAT fandom ✨

Poor Loop has second thoughts on both joining to the party and Christmas event 🤍

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That new wildlife session, huh.

"Big was good to me", "just like 3rd life!", Grian are you TRYING TO KILL US. PLEASE

Also I love that every single time Scar tried to help someone with their question, they didn't trust him and got it wrong because they didn't listen.

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here. looplet air biscuits for u. do u feel better now?

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I would like to throw another human loop concept out into the world. I'll probably digitalize these when I'm not as busy from school.

Please ignore the inconsistent lighting because I cannot bring myself to take good looking pictures of quick sketches.

Time craft made them taller and I'm sure they contanstly hold this fact over Siffrin's head

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Little sneak-peak of an angsty buttercups-centric apocalypse au that's been kicking my butt for a few months!

It almost makes Mumbo sad, that they weren’t making that trip just for the joy of it. A fun adventure or chance to unwind from modern life.  Grian would say he was being pessimistic, this was still an adventure! Just, with a little (or a lot) more life or death, struggle to survive to the next day kind of action. Sure, they didn’t even have solid proof this cabin wouldn’t be destroyed, or occupied, or infested with the very monsters that they were running from in the first place. Considering this was their only real chance for safety, however, Mumbo really had no room to complain. Still, someone had to be the voice of logic here. Scar seemed perfectly content to nod along as Grian paced around the little camp they had settled at for the night, rattling on about how perfect this cabin would be, how they’d finally be safe once and for all. Mumbo had his doubts, it truly felt like there was nowhere safe left, even the few still existing communes and bases held together by thin loyalties and crumbling walls, only posed the illusion of sanctuary.  His thoughts were interrupted when a stick flew past, just barely missing his head. Mumbo looked up in alarm, only to find a stern-looking Grian and amused Scar both having paused in their conversation to stare at him.

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This blog was made partially for my writing-related shenanigans, and partially as a way to become more actively involved in fandoms I enjoy. I mostly write hermitcraft/life series (and possibly Isat) fics at the moment.

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