the thing about being a writer is chronically being stuck in your head and also having way too many tabs open. especially definitions of random words that jump into your head. voluminous? yeah I've got that. inordinate? yeah sure. irrevocable? spicy.
and then you forget how to spell subtle so you have that open too.

a second game clear has hit the blog.

also I did the thing where you punch the guy far too many fucking times and woke up my dad by accident so. yeah. yeah. I'm having a one.

beats the game

now post it on my actual blog

this is bins but.

thinking of the gangs again and I'm finally gripping what it is exactly I want them to be, almost. going to stay with the red/yellow/blue theme if I can. I admit it's silly but it does fit well with their boss having black blood so in it goes.

yellow I've always conceptualized as having flowers blooming out of their hearts. in a body horror sort of way, yes, but not as horrifying. they think it's pretty. they aren't the most suited to fighting in actual combat and thus are sort of diplomatic compared to the other gangs. leaders are appointed their position from the last rather than winning it.

red I'm seeing now as having crystals bursting forth from them. again in a body horror way, but instead of how yellow sort of brushes it under the rug I want to actually really dig into the aspect of 'I'm not fully alive' with them. always seen them as one big family, sort of like the biggest thanksgiving gathering you'll ever seen. miraculously they do not fight with one another and function somehow.

blue I'm still not sure on. but I know that I sort of want to avoid giving them a water motif because that would feel too stereotypical. "of course they're water because water is blue" and that sort of junk.

hi I finally got my new school chromebook working.
anyway manifesting local bug men in my area

"Yeah, just...sorry," he apologizes again. His hand slides off his neck and falls slack to his side, and then the truth of the matter begins to bore into me.
You're standing at his side. You're standing at his hips, do you see that? His hand could easily smother your entire face.

it is now summer proper, has been for a while now. having the absolute image of me and bf watching horror movies together except the reverse starts happening where he gets scared while I get really into it.
idk why but I listened to welcome to horrorwood and this roseate desire strangled me. and now I want to watch horror movies. help me god for I'm about to sin

the school year's already over for the meaningful part - and yet there's still so much to be done. hell, this chromebook's being taken today yet I'd rather keep it over the summer. I have dissections, projects to do, and yet still a final to take in math. I feel hopelessly fucked.

so story mode came to a halt because I got scared by a boss.

but I showed the previous post to my friends and now they will just say 'depressed korean man' and cause me to combust so that's something

'explain limbus company to me'
A depressed korean man, a white haired german girl, a surprisingly naive chinese dork, Don Quixote, an impatient japanese self-proclaimed artist, a bug, a scared and possibly german dumbass, a french man, a gorl, a violent englishman, an aloof russian, a greek former military commander, and an italian manager walk onto a bus.
They are greeted by a tour guide to hell and the ferryman of the dead, who is also now a girl with an affection for plushies and has no idea how to read a map.

also there's no way dante actually knows he's italian. that amnesia be hittin so hard you forgot you liked pasta