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am i the only one who like literally hates not being able to move (like being pinned down or something) like i immediately start panicking and trying to squirm around and i get scared 😭1 point
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Literally cannot wait for the book 'fate breaker'. It's the last book in an amazing series called realm breaker (the writing is a bit juvenile in the first book because the author isn't super experienced but the next book is better). On the edge of my seat. Comes out March 4 I am dying of excitement.1 point
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Your writing has improved a lot over the last year, can't wait for the next bit :).1 point
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i wrote an entire essay about some of my clangen cats in google docs so im just copypasting it here (context: in a lifegen playthrough of mine, Rushfangs was a cat who murdered 9 people, so i decided to make her into an OC because why not) Slatestar laid in his nest, dim moonlight rays shining onto the WildClan camp’s clearing as he stared at nothing. He tossed and turned in his nest, yet sleep didn’t seem to be coming to him anytime soon. He sighed, creeping out of his den a little to look up at the moon. He stared at the night sky for a few minutes, until he heard faint muttering. His ears swiveled, and he turned his head to see Rushfangs, sitting on a stump near the edge of camp, staring up at the stars, her expression blank. Her pet scarlet kingsnake, Bloodlust, was wrapped around her neck, looking around. Her split red-and-gray tortoiseshell pelt shined under the glow of the moon. Slatestar slowly approached the young warrior, sitting down next to the stump and looking up at the sky with her. Rushfangs seemed upset about something, digging her claws into the stump and hissing under her breath. After a minute or two of silence, Slatestar spoke up. “Why are you out so late, Rushfangs?” “I could ask you the same question.” Rushfangs muttered. “I was just thinking about stuff. You know, my purpose in WildClan, my future as a warrior…” Slatestar could tell that was a lie, but he decided not to press the she-cat about it. He simply nodded. “I’ll leave you to your thoughts, young warrior.” The old leader said, turning back around towards his den. He plopped back into his nest, staring at the ceiling for a while. But then he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep. ~~~~~~~~~~ Slatestar was in some sort of empty forest. Blood coated the ground and bones and skulls were littered everywhere. He looked around nervously, but there was nothing in sight. He heard soft pawsteps, and turned to see a StarClan cat standing nearby, their pelt glimmering with stars. The leader acknowledged the cat with a respectful dip of his head. The StarClan cat took a step closer, their blank white eyes piercing his fur like claws sinking into freshkill. “A rush of blood-stained fangs will tear apart a wild Clan.” The StarClan cat said robotically, their eyes and the stars on their pelt glowing brighter. “Wh-what!?” Slatestar yelped. The StarClan cat repeated it louder. “A rush of blood-stained fangs will tear apart a wild Clan.” More StarClan cats appeared, surrounding Slatestar. “A rush of blood-stained fangs will tear apart a wild Clan.” The voice became louder and louder as more StarClan cats appeared. Slatestar tried to run from the noise, his ears stinging from the chorus of voices. But more StarClan cats appeared, blocking his way and repeating the same prophecy. “WHAT DOES IT MEAN!? MAKE IT STOP!” Slatestar yowled, falling to the ground and covering his ears as the chant continued. “A rush of blood-stained fangs will tear apart a wild Clan!” The roar of the voices suddenly came to a halt as all the StarClan cats vanished. Slatestar lifted his head, his breath shaky as he picked himself up off the ground. He expected to wake up from this dream any second now, but nothing was happening. Slatestar heard a hiss and whipped his head around to see a scarlet kingsnake. The scaly creature hissed again before darting at the leader, biting his leg, Slatestar easily shook the critter off, sending it flying a few feet off. Strange. Kingsnakes don’t usually attack cats… Slatestar suddenly heard more hisses as more kingsnakes slithered out of bushes, surrounding him. They wrapped around his legs, causing him to trip and fall as the swarm of red snakes piled onto him. He gasped for air as they coiled around his neck, slowly choking him. Their hisses almost sounded like voices to him, once again whispering "A rush of blood-stained fangs will tear apart a wild Clan.” Slatestar pleaded for air one last time, before falling to the ground. ~~~~~~~~~~ Slatestar awoke from the horrible dream, still panting and gasping for air. His neck was still sore, as if the snakes had really been wrapped around it. He peeked outside of the den. It was morning now, cats were rising from their nests, walking around, picking up their morning freshkill, and waiting for deputy Ravenear to begin organizing patrols. He quietly crept over to the medicine den, nudging Zinniaberry, the medicine cat, awake. “Huh-” She muttered, her eyes fluttering open to see Slatestar looking at her worriedly, his breathing panicked. ‘What’s wrong!?” She yelped, sitting up. “I had a dream with a prophecy. ‘A rush of blood-stained fangs will tear apart a wild Clan.’ In the dream I got killed by kingsnakes…I think it’s about Rushfangs.” Slatestar said worriedly. Zinniaberry shook her head. “Of course it’s about Rushfangs! I’ve had a feeling that something was wrong with her since she was an apprentice. She named her snake Bloodlust, for StarClan’s sake!” Zinniaberry hissed. “But if the prophecy is true, then…that means she’ll tear apart the Clan!” Slatestar frowned. Zinniaberry put a paw in his shoulder reassuringly. “Don’t worry. We’ll do something to try and prevent this. Isolate her from the rest of the Clan, or something like that.” She said, her tail flicking. Slatestar shrugged. ‘Well, I guess that could work.” (spoiler alert: isolating Rushfangs from the clan did NOT work)1 point
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Don't worry we are all a bit silly here you are not stupid 👍👍👍👍1 point
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yeah. uh. right. art i have literally not drawn anything non-deltarune related since i started playing it (ok there's one with undertale characters but they also appear in deltarune so) first of all, ralsei pfp (i love him very much in case you can't tell) a bunch of random doodles you know that one battle where throwing ralsei at the enemy is an option? yeah jevil. just jevil. i was just checking how they would look in my art style i've had this image in my head of alphys piggyback riding undyne for so long now i had to draw it. i just think it's cute ok1 point
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Also heres that freaky cult leader who Pierre ran away from (hes so cute) the first picture is so funny, he drew his cool boyfriend but hes nowhere near as beefed as that dude, like seriouslay he just sees him as a big strong bbg i guess heres what he looks like when hes yapping about the moon, also the guy next to me rn is literally playing smash bros. Funny storry i stomped on his foot once ON PURPOSE because he was pissing me off and wouldn’t leave me alone 👩🦲 Anyways here’s Noctis.1 point
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THE FACT THAT THE CHANNEL IS MADE FOR THE STUFF 💀 (look at the channel name)0 points
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Also imagine having the entire plot, characters and word building planned out for a story, even having some scenes already created in your head for a webcomic. And just. Youre lazy. Literally could not be me /s I am not lazy at all and am totally going to make this webcomic /s (Ok but I actually really want to but I lose motivation fast so 😭😭😭)0 points