This Is Whitney, A Drawing I Did That I'm Pretty Proud Of. I Hope To Catalog Some Progress Here Before

This is Whitney, a drawing I did that I'm pretty proud of. I hope to catalog some progress here before I am drowned by bots and scams lmao

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

I love Yu-gi-oh Legacy Link Evolved... except when it crashes, or when I decide to use the story deck and get thrashed by someone not running the right cards (Teà). I curse those bots, and Seeker was throwing and yet also gaming too hard. Then half the support cards you want are locked behind Vrains with no story. It just ends up being the Ghostgal wall of doom and how lucky you can get fighting her. My advice? Find the card search website before you rush after a specific deck and bomb your duelpoints on the character that *should* have it

I don’t call myself a baby, but my friend seems to think I am. She is a goober lol

Man, I hate not having anything to say, and anything I wanna say has already been said by someone else. I mean, I don't wanna seem like I'm just parroting someone else, even if they are how I feel. Sometimes, the anxiety just wants to eat me up, and I just leave without saying anything at all. I toss a like or a note and just keep walking. I always feel conflicted when I leave things like that, but I am hopeful that I get brave enough to vocalize/type how I feel

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."