I Love It When Artists Loose That One Braincell That's Keeping Them From Becoming Everything They Didn't

I love it when artists loose that one braincell that's keeping them from becoming everything they didn't want to be on the internet (in the ways of art) and they just shove out shitposts with the funniest fucking things you could ever imagine. And then you just have to sit there and ask yourself:

What would it even take for someone like you to do something like that.

Finally got my Ao3 account! Broken shards/glass will be hopefully done there from now on to keep the story from getting lost on here. I apologize for the sucky writing too. I'm not the greatest author but I can sure as hell try to get my point across!

Okay so I am attempting to get chapter 3 out but the doc I was using shut me out because my "storage is too full" and even when I cleared it up a bit nothing happened and I still haven't been allowed back into it.

Here's the reel from my insta because I'm proud of it :D

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Tw: mentions of abuse, etc.

As I've said before... Henna and Alka never had the healthiest relationship during their time together. The moment that she got the chance; Henna kicked out Alka and kept their daughter Mara. But before any of that happened she had to endure mental abuse from him. It started out with him managing her time for when they had performances with the Circus all the way to not giving her any time to visit family or friends. It only went downhill from there. Well at least....until Mara was born anyways.

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There was one night where they managed to stay mostly civil torwards each other because they were both drunk. Just coming home from a party that they had attended at the bar together to which they both mostly paid for. It was a reminder for one of the first times they had met which was back when they had turned old enough to drink. Henna sitting at the bar and Alka was present just about anywhere there was a deal to be made for business. He really did use his family name as his reputation. After the second bar party(which was the one I'm talking about now. When they're older.) they went home and indulged more in drinking. Ending up so shit faced that they romantically tolerated each other. Tada. That's how Mara came to be. Henna wasn't fully conscious to make the decision on whether the magic was going to birth Mara or if she was going to take the long way so it defaulted to the long way.(aka something similar to human birth but not really. Its hard to explain with just words but its not at all how you think it is) but yeah.

(I told everyone that I was very into realistic situations. If you don't like it then you might have to leave or filter certain posts.)

Gonna attempt to draw syndrome to calm down my other hyperfixations and hopefully even them all out a bit so I can concentrate on content for all of them.

I'll update yall on how this goes

The girls are fightinggggg