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grabs your hand. you've had enough plot and exposition and character development lately im taking you to the beach episode

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In order the fuckers are:

Kassidy/Damien

2. Joan

3. Auro

4. Also Auro

5. Nao

6. Nao

EVERY OC LIST GOT THA:

-constantly anxious who is 5 seconds away from a panic attack at all times -obsessed with blood -weird lesbian -5 seconds away from beating the shit out of everyone -the mascot -the one who's actually drawn/written about 99% of the time

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Was nearly asleep and realized that the A Plot of This Time is just a subversion of characters trying to kill their authors. My guys are actively fighting to stay fictional they are preserving the integrity of the Fourth Wall against the eldritch abomination (they are author avatars). And then Joan’s B Plot is primarily how she deals (poorly) with not being entirely real

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"A cishet person must have made this, no queer person would ever portray queerness in this way."

"This artist must be white."

"No SA victim would ever handle the subject in this way."

"No woman would ever write women like this."

"This creator is obviously neurotypical. Everyone with autism/ADHD/depression understands-"

Nope.

People who make these blanket statements are very frequently proven wrong when the creator comes out as a member of that group. And even when they aren't proven wrong, even in cases where the creator isn't from the group in question, actual members of the group who don't fit whatever arbitrary criteria are being expressed will see these statements and feel excluded and erased.

Not everyone in your group is going to share your experiences. No single individual gets to personally decide what does or doesn't count as a "valid" expression of trauma or being part of a particular group, and creators are also not obligated to out themselves in order to "prove" their validity.

If something doesn't resonate with you, all that means is that it doesn't resonate with you. You don't have to like it. But you don't get to decide what it means to someone else.

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I’ve just revamped the entire plot and it feels much more natural now; I should be able to start writing it properly soon once a few things come through.

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yes van gogh did medicate and receive treatment and paint some of his most acclaimed pieces in the sanatorium where he stayed but he also very much did use art as a coping mechanism and work himself to near breakdowns due to anxiety and impostor syndrome. and maybe the practice he acquired as a result did indirectly contribute to the masterpieces he produced. and maybe we wouldn't have sunflowers or starry night had he found a healthier outlet for his suffering.

and maybe that would've been okay. maybe theo was more entitled to having a brother than humanity was to starry night. maybe there wouldn't be a van gogh but there would be vincent.

and maybe that would've been a better universe.

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incorrect quotes

nao: i desire moisture. joan: please just say “i want water” like a normal person.

joan: it’s not our fault! nao: yeah, but… come on, the least we can do is talk to him. joan: no, the least we could do is nothing!

joan, texting: answer your phone kassidy, texting back: wait a minute, i can’t find my phone joan: understood joan, internally, five minutes later: you’re a terrible person. you know you’re killing me. you’re killing me, kassidy.

joan: is anyone going to tell me what’s going on in here?! nao: it’s kind of complicated, but kassidy- joan: got it. forget i asked.

nao: jellyfish have survived for 600,000 years without brains… joan: a ray of hope for us!

adrian: this is a safety pin. *cuts off end* adrian: it is now a danger pin.

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the point of art is not to be great but to make it transparently obvious that there is something wrong with you

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what a fucking mood really i’m in the exact same boat as you (one of the major themes of my book is the way creatives project on their characters and. well. the protagonists are literally my self inserts LMAO)

(its about how they fail at their mission to make something that doesn’t involve their own mental health issues and there isnt really an in-universe atp)

The comic I'm working on is about a band trying to make an album and their album is almost a direct allegory for the making of the comic itself... Yeah... it's real meta like that ahaha...

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my heart is fucking hammering

i have once again decided my sense of being secure in this world is dispensable and am about to go google what a rape kit actually is. there will be a description of one in the opening scene though it will not be used for its intended purpose thankfully

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i have once again decided my sense of being secure in this world is dispensable and am about to go google what a rape kit actually is. there will be a description of one in the opening scene though it will not be used for its intended purpose thankfully

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i like how its supposed to be My Brain the Book but writing it still involves learning two languages and reading the entirety of homestuck

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add this to the moodboard...

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Whumpees who give in, inch by inch, because-

it's just a piece of cloth, it doesn't carry any important meaning to it.

it's just some fake words, I'm of the benefit in this deal.

it's just five minutes every day, what harm could it do?

But after all that time, when Caretaker meets them again, they can see that every detail of Whumpee's self had been transformed into something twisted.

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a melodramatic poem

you know i love you, right? that when i spurn your addresses it’s not out of spite my heart’s just a thing contested i never meant to leave you in the trenches

i like it when you talk to me, you know? it’s just that you’re leaving bruises and i don’t know what to do but turn cold sending myself into a crisis for something you can’t control

you know i care about you, no? it’s always been more trouble than it’s worth but that hasn’t stopped me from calling this blackbox home even if mirth was never ingrained in me at birth

hey, i’m sorry i’m writing this instead of telling you to stop like adrian asks but there isn’t much i can tell you to interdit and right now i shouldn’t be widening the crack i should reactivate that button and fucking boop you back

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Hourly Comic (Or "The Way Life's Meant To Be")