25 September 2017 @ 12:02 pm
[Slips behind you in an alley.]
25 September 2017 @ 01:43 am
Can't help it if I'm popular
24 September 2017 @ 11:13 am
So I like food. So what? You already knew this. Move on.
23 September 2017 @ 11:00 am
Enjoying cider and the fall colors.
23 September 2017 @ 03:27 am
Not too good at cooking. Yet.
22 September 2017 @ 10:42 pm
[Looking at motorbike she's just fixed.]
22 September 2017 @ 01:53 pm
Fox sniffing around the rubbish bins...
22 September 2017 @ 11:45 am
[ Just tried coffee. Looks pretty disgusted. ]
21 September 2017 @ 09:34 pm
[ aka mun is rereading old comics and talk about the biggest wasted oppourtinity ever eff you dc! ]

Just... how bored are you?
21 September 2017 @ 08:07 pm
He doesn't bite, just all hiss.
21 September 2017 @ 07:27 pm
We do this over and over.
21 September 2017 @ 06:51 pm
[Heading into the local library alone.]
20 September 2017 @ 11:53 pm
[She's found somewhere newer. Nicer. Kinder.]
Current Music: an owl's calls
Current Mood: amused
20 September 2017 @ 10:07 pm
It's way too early for this..
20 September 2017 @ 02:12 pm
Don't want to spend tonight alone.
Current Mood: content
20 September 2017 @ 12:57 am
I don't see the problem with being alone with Chara. I'm sure we'll make friends, eventually.

[You're filled with too much Determination to give up on anyone, even Chara.]
20 September 2017 @ 01:02 am
Yyyeessssss! Pumpkin spice lattes are back!
20 September 2017 @ 12:09 am
And something wicked this way comes
19 September 2017 @ 09:23 pm
School trip tomorrow. Lock me away.
I would not fret too much over the notice of rejection that crossed your message box this afternoon. You are nothing if not prolific, and I applaud that. And do not fret that you lack the time to engage in these "games". Places such as this and those things you call "memes" seem the pace you need in order to keep your brain and fancy limber in between new tales. Though given the prolific nature of that brain and fancy, it amazes me that you have a moment even to think of us who 'lurk' in the 'creative centers of [your] brain'.

And what is this about a tale of my youth and the young lady you assigned as my 'sweetheart'? Are there not other tales you could write that do not involve something so personal? You have said there are enough lacunae in my work (or rather, the work of history's version of me) to keep you busy for a lifetime. What of exploring those notions?