"I've Been Wondering..."

I'm struggling really bad right now.

not because of depression or anxiety or anything like that—I'm fairly used to that by now.

what I mean is whether or not I should slowly and gradually share my characters through the stories I have yet to complete.

OR

if I should just throw them at y'all and get it over with, giving me even less incentive to finish writing and fleshing out my stories.

if you have a recommendation for what course of action I should take, please feel free to tell me, because I am indecisive as fuck and don't know what to do.

well, syloboy's having a tough time trying to pick something to share right now, so I'm just gonna use a poll to help speed things up.

so for the 2 people that actually look at this blog:

fun fact about me: I don't usually classify my emotions as happy or sad; that's just to oversimplify what I feel.

my emotions are colors and shapes, with textures every once in a while. very rarely do they have tastes, though.

yes it gets very confusing. example: tried whole grain bread for the first time when I was around 13 years old and felt grey-ish lime green smooth almost non-euclidean trapezoid.

Andrew gasped, breathing heavily. "What- Where am I?" Pulling down his arm, he clutched at his heart that he felt stop just moments ago, a bullet having dug its way into the organ and tearing it apart. But clearly he wasn't dead, right?

"... Huh?" His heart wasn't beating. Pausing, he sat up and put a finger to his wrist. Likewise, he had no pulse. "Right… I'm in some random field that seems to go on for miles, and I'm apparently a dead man walking. Great." Andrew stood up. As he looked ahead towards the rising sun, he caught a glimpse of something that looked vaguely like a city.

okay yeah i'm going insane i'm mcfucking losing it somebody send help.

"There's been a breach." Adrian looks at Arianna.

Arianna looks on at Adrian. "What do you mean? This place is made to prevent breacher energy from coming in, this is the most secure spot in this story, and we're at the farthest possible point from civilization; how could your watch detect a breach here of all places?"

Adrian simply turns around and says "step outside."

The door closes, and Arianna is left with a puzzled look.

"Something happen?" I ask.

Arianna turns to look at me. "Maybe. I'll go outside real quick, see if Adrian is telling the truth or just fucking with me."

Arianna walks over to the door and turns the handle. But as soon as the door was cracked open, Arianna was flung back into the wall, with Andromeda following suit shortly after. Needless to say, Andromeda and Shaper were both awake now.

What… happened? Andromeda communicated, before her eyes widened. This… this power… Andromeda was having trouble moving her hands.

I took initiative and shut the door. Both Andromeda and Arianna seemed to lose the pressure that was put on them.

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feelin' kinda lonely...

if only I could have some curious anons show up in my ask box...

"how many drops are here in this pool surrounding me?"

"...too many to count."

"that's alright. it still tastes all the same to me."

"may i drink?"

"only if you're willing to drown with me in my hate."

"aye, i can do that. as long as it's you."

"then come, drink. for the bottom of this pool has no bottom, and my hate may run forever."

"then why, pray tell, would you cease your life to stop such a beautiful drink?"

"stay and drink my endless hate... i'll tell you while you sate your thirst."

"aye, i can do that. as long as it's you."

ALRIGHTY THEN NO CONTEXT FOR YOU

POLL TIME

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