over at ao3 atm

wow i found a technoblade minecraft story mode fanfic
          imma follow

if i write real people in torture situations, would that make me a terrible person?

Omfg you have 69 followers

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holiday update
          
          i'm not dead, i've just got myself an essay due in 3 days, a group of essays due in half a month, and an urge to binge anime fanfiction without stopping or doing anything else. 
          
          hopefully i'll get back to posting after the holidays? (i'm just tired from staying up all night to read a 1.5m word fanfiction IT WAS GOOD ALRIGHT)

roses are red
          fight scenes are hard
          i've got a rabid plot bunny
          so forgive me and take this to regard:
          
          Tommy walked down the path in the woods, grumpily hauling along a trash bag filled with food waste. 
          
          The sun had already set hours ago, but his mum still somehow saw fit to make him forage into the trees and dump the waste. There was a site about a minute away he had to go to, and it was a pain in the arse every single time. 
          
          With the recent rain came light fog, which just made the forest a lot creepier at night. He shuddered due to the humid and chilly air, and some creature twittered in the distance. 
          
          Finding the spot, Tommy proceeded to dump the entire bag in the dirt, and exhaled, eager to head back to his house. Scrunching up the bag in his hand, he started trudging home. The fog had, for some reason, gotten a lot thicker, and Tommy was very eager to just go back to his computer.  
          
          After a minute, Tommy was starting to get really nervous. The fog was so thick he couldn’t see a single meter in front of him, and the wind was cold. He wrapped his arms around himself, already feeling goosebumps on his skin. There’s no way I’m lost. He told himself, silently panicking. There’s just no way. There’s only one path and I’m in my own backyard! 
          
          The fog abruptly cleared and Tommy almost tripped over his own feet due to a sudden nauseous feeling. He straightened, throat closing up, tears watering his eyes, and stomach doing barrel rolls. When he took in his surroundings, he was almost certain his brain was just short circuiting, and not properly processing stuff. 
          
          This was not his house. 
          
          tell me what you thought? this might get continued while i try to get more motivation for my genocide fight scene

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how to write a fight scene?????

I FORGOT IN THE AN FOR GENOCIDE BUT WE HAVE REACHED 20K VIEWS and 1K VOTES. THANK YOU ALL AND BOY THE RATE AT WHICH YOU VOTE IS SCARY.

remember that huuuge test i mentioned a few weeks ago? WELL it's over and i probably did okay! (please)
          
          anyhow, progress on genocide will resume now, so i dunno, look forward to a new chapter in a few days? :D