What everyone expects me to do after writing for years: character development of my brainchild (OC), coherent plot, suspense, flair, style, eloquent language, etc.
What I give them: VeGiMaLs
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When it's time for me to write: UGGGGGGHHH, Aren't you gonna help?!
My OC: 🥱 😴
When it's time for anything else: omgcanyoupleaseshutupfor3seconds?
My OC currently having a one person competition to see who's capable of making the most noise: 😈 No, but I'll give you three MILLIseconds.
Me (absolutely desperate at this point): Sounds good to me
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Can someone explain to me why my brain decided to evict every ounce of information I needed for my Summer School Final and replaced it with Kwazii with an Afro dancing to disco music and Inkling in Abuela's dress from Encanto singing opera?
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Me to my OC: Say it with me, "Time"
Her: "Time"
Me: "to"
Her: "to"
Me: "sleep"
Her "sleep"
Me: Good girl. Now put it all together.
Her: Time... to... rewatch the Vegimals singing Jingle Bells until 4 AM!
Me: Hey that's- actually fine by me.
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The Chaos Zone of Octonauts (and my OC)
FanfictionA buncha random Octonauts drawings and stuff I do because I have zero brain cells. Please gimme requests for what you'd like to see and I'll (try to) deliver! Ft. The reason I lost all of my brain cells, My OC!
