me writing dialogue: “what is man but a vessel through which a higher entity may see? what is his purpose? must he find a purpose? we are but stardust; the universe comprehending itself.”
me writing action: they ran real fast from the bad men aand legs hurty
me writing action: Her legs pounded against the earth, the familiar jolt grounding her like nothing else could. Magic, gods, royalty—she didn’t know anything about that. But running? That’s something she’d been doing since day one.
me writing dialogue: “I dunno man whatchu wanna do” “I dunno. What do you think?” “Hey man I don’t know”
me writing action: room go boom
me writing dialogue: noppity nope, that ain’t dope
@ nintendo we’re paying for online services so i think maybe we all deserve to have salmon run open 24/7 now
707: What if you kept a horse mask on your face 24/7 while raising a child and they thought they were raised by a human-horse hybrid and never knew any better and then one day you took the mask off.
MC: That’s a great idea!
Jaehee: stop
Some super moody 707s I never finished. These have been on my hard drive since Fall 2017, but I still kind of love where they’re going… I’m hoping to finally finish these before the year ends!
And Sometimes a Potato 