In Need Of Assistance!
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Ongoing5m
Last published Tue, Apr 20, 2021
Velda, a lesbian comic author who just had a break up the day before. was hit by a shit ton of chapter she got to finish, but the deadline is only 1 month!? how is she going to survive doing all nighter ever single night?? thats where Luna come in, a sweet, kind hearted assistant!!
"shit.." Luna mumbled to herself
"what." Velda asked not lifting her eyes from the pen tablet.
"um i outline in the wrong.." Luna's voice getting smaller, Velda knew she made a grief mistake.
she scoot over letting herself see the assistants pen tablet. at first nothing seemed out of the ordinary. until she saw there was 2 layers, 1 which was supposed to be the lineart layer, was empty. but the screen shows that the lineart was already half finished.
"yOU LINEART ON THE WRONG LAYERRRRR!!!!!!!!" Velda shouted making Luna shrieked in a high pitch.
"IM SORRRRYYYYYYYYYYYYYY-"
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hello hello, this is olenjiii here! this is my first ever story, and in english hsjshsjdh, there might be mistakes in my grammar, so i wish youd say it nicely to mee 😫❤
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