Slayyyy~~~
Though......
Heels... help then she tried to walk
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Finally gathered the courage to draw some fan art for @lumineary-arts ‘s Murder Drones Swap AU, specifically the goofy little “we just hang out” message from episode 7! I honestly had trouble coming up with a fitting message that SD-Z (aka Swap!Uzi) would write and this is basically the best I could come up with 🤷🏻♀️ Please correct me if I made any mistakes somehow! (I followed the reference sheets and the headcanons as accurately as possible)
I might draw more of these if this happens to blow up lol 😅
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Why is it so acceptable for people to shit on vegans and say how annoying we are and that they don't want any vegan friends/partners but, the second I say that I wouldn't date someone who isn't vegan it's a problem??
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Wild that anytime I post an update a lot of people read it and are even excited about it and have their own thoughts and reactions to it that I'll never know.
Comments are only the very tip of the iceberg with it. And I am Very grateful to commenters for letting me in on it. But in the same way that I'll be excited with my friends when a fic we love updates, it's likely that Other people enthuse with Their friends when my fic updates. And it's just so strange. An experience I'll never have access to.
Everyone's relationship with my fic is unique. So many different people with so many different circumstances and preferences... and the number of people that have told me that my fic is one of their favorites, some even saying it's their Favorite favorite... every single one of them have their own relationship with my writing.
It's just interesting to me. I think and think and think on my writing. I have my plans for basically the entire fic, the way I want it to end already thought out, all the major plot beats and the relationship progressions, All of that thought out. I love my writing so very much, but I'm on the inside looking out. This is my mechanical horse, and I'm in here laying out the groundwork and pulling levers and constructing limbs, puttering away making the horse move. Forever and always, my relationship with it will be more intimate than anyone's, and yet more clinical. Because I know it better than the back of my own hand, but I'll never have the experience of reading it fresh. Of reading it without knowing everything that's going to happen from now to the end and beyond. I won't have the thrill of the plot twists I have planned, the delight at seeing things progress, the horror at seeing things go wrong...
This is my mechanical horse, and I'm making it move.
I just always wonder what it must be like to see it from the outside. I hope to others that it's a pretty horse.
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