it’s the year of our lord 2018 and i still need a blackheart to write with.
one day i’ll add into my rules that sometimes i just can’t words on a pure OOC level. sometimes talking to me is like a brick wall where all i say is ‘uh-huh, okay, or that’s great!’ plotting with me is like spinning a wheel- sometimes i can get great ideas on the spot, but other times i can’t. i have a load of problems, but i’m trying (and failing most of the time) to work around them.