I Always Feel Like I Can Work My Ideas Out Better Vocally, Like Talking To Someone, I Mean. My Brain

I always feel like I can work my ideas out better vocally, like talking to someone, I mean. My brain always gets distracted when I'm typing down my thoughts, and even when I'm rambling but having someone glue you back down to what you were just saying is very nice. Just don't distract your anchor with a side tangent for too long lol

Which outfit from Arc-V are you talking about, because like his standard outfit looks identical aside from the Rebellion scarf on his hand?

God I just cannot get over how ugly Kite dresses in Arc-V. Why are you a real estate agent trying to sell me on a 5k square foot home with a forest view.

"I set the scale 1 Maine and Scale 13 Texas to form the Eclipse Scale!

Eclipse Summon!

Behold the brilliance that blinds the world!

Descend, Star Slayer of Orion!"

I've been snipy lately, and I am entirely not sure why. I blew up at my bestie, and I let some words slip that I shouldn't. It sucks but we have a knack for immediately getting sidetracked mid-fight and nothing coming out of it. In that, I like to think I'm lucky to have her, and I need to chill out so I'm good enough for her

"The wind whipped and slammed on the cabin walls. The crippling cold was desperate to break through, but to no avail. A pyre, held harnessed by simple brick, offered a gentle warmth to the room. Your eyes pierce through the moth-cursed curtain and are greeted with inky darkness. A feeling of anxiety course's through you.

'Where are they? Are they okay?' More and more terrifying thoughts ate your heart slowly. The desperate urge to run out into the veil of night and search started as an intrusion but was gradually swaying the crowd.

Suddenly, the cabin door squeaks open and standing there, it's them! You feel your heart melt off the anxiety as you let out a relieved sigh. You both smile at each other, perhaps they were equally worried leaving you there alone..."

Just a snippet

"While slowly standing up, coughing up blood, she could only think of her regrets. Why had she left without telling her parents? Why was she forcing herself to be some sort of hero? Why was she making her friends watch her die?

As her friends pounded on the wall of force, they yelled and screamed and begged for her to come with them. She could not, and she knew that. They wouldn't be able to leave if she didn't stall that indescribable horror of a man, her friends would never be able to escape. She turned to them one last time, and smiled.

The girl told her friends one last thing, 'Don't cry because we are saying goodbye. Please just don't forget me. Otherwise, I'll cry.'

With a single tear, that glistened in the flickering light of the flames around them, she turned towards monstrous man. She steadied her shaking hands and quivering boots, and charged at the man."