The idea of dragons in modern times is so fun because imagine a hot summer day on your vacay and go to use the hotel pool and staff is like "valued guests we regret to inform you that the pool area is out of service at the moment, we apologize for the inconvenience"
And people like "wtf why" looking out their hotel room window and there's this. This dragon just curled up in the pool chilling, literally, cooling itself down
Some of the staff are trying to gently shoo him away and the dragon does a soft little "rrrrrr" like a grumpy cat and a warning puff of smoke and they're like "fuck it i don't get paid nearly enough for this" and no ones using the pool today sorry!
Truly, the most chaotic place is within a writer’s mind. And then we try to turn it into a plot that makes sense somehow
14 chapters (???) of chaotic worldbuilding/plotting later, and my brain has decided I want to fit intergalactic space travel into this damn kinda-a-prison-au fic. Where? I'm not sure. Will I fit it in? Damn right I will, as a treat.
Dib was exhausted and fell asleep in class. Gretchen decided to take a chance.
*mystical witchy sounds as i beat the shit out of bad vibes with a broom*
Im drawing Misa Misa again because why not
For as long as she's known, she's always been running...