I keep mulling around a fic idea but then I remember its probably not worth doing in the long run for a multitude of reasons that have nothing to do with the fic itself. Motivation is nonexistent.
Hey just wanting to let you know that there are still a lot of people in the Sonic fandom who love and adore your works. My friends and I frequently state that Rose Drops is one of, if not the best, fanfic we’ve ever had the fortune to read. We also speak about Rose Drops and your other fics amongst our group and to other Sonic fans, and almost all of them who’ve read them adored them. The Bloodlines series and Heavenly Bodies are other favorites amongst our group. Your work is amazing and loved. People are just a little more quiet nowadays in fandom for various reasons, but that doesn’t mean the fandom isn’t silently active, or that your works in it aren’t adored by many. Things are rough right now, but I can at least promise you that you and your art is loved and appreciated.
Why cant i be a magical girl with a pretty boy love interest that makes fun of me and then we have to share an umbrella and he 'totally hates it' but does it anyway.
Had the wildest Telegram conversation with a stranger yesterday and im high key curious on wtf they're up to but also i feel like im better off not knowing.
Like i kinda wanna share but at the same time im like 'what if theyre evil' lmao
There's something going on in my brain and i cant explain it. All i know is that its Sonadow.
Have you ever felt something in real life, give you deja vu from a dream youve forgotten? And no matter how hard you think about it, you can just barely catch the essence of the dream, but not the dream itself? I had this with Sonadow today, for some reason.
I just saw Sonadow on my feed (yknow like I always do) and it triggered something in my brain. I drempt of Sonadow last night. Something inspiring and provoking that made me love the ship all over again but I know this, not because i REMEMBER anything. I know this because i REMEMBER MY FEELINGS. I remember tenderness and blue and black fur but for the life of me i cannot remember the context of it all. This is going to haunt me for WEEKS because ive had almost no Sonadow inspiration/thirst for like 6-8 months if not year and i apparently have a profound dream about my GOAT OTP and cant remember any context besides 'they are furry little beasts and i love them'