[ Sylo ] Finally, They Let Me Use The Blog. I Don't Get It... Why Make An Account Using My Name, But

HI

hello.

feelin' kinda lonely...

if only I could have some curious anons show up in my ask box...

I gotta be honest with y'all; I'm a fuckin' dumbass.

So, I finally decided to get Tumblr.

I hope you're happy P.M. Seymour.

aight, foreseeable future has passed.

doesn't matter how much I try, I can never not want to share my storyverse with people.

SO

hiatus over.

I'm back and stronger weaker than ever.

I'm a bit tired though so I'll see y'all tomorrow.

been listening to nick nitro's backrooms lo-fi.

got quite a few ideas for some new stuff.

stories coming along decently well.

finished some chapters.

probably gonna writer's block soon.

After my daily dose of annoying Max, I put in my earbuds and play some lo-fi, while unconsciousness slowly wraps me up in her sweet imbrace.

…

"Your time is almost at hand, son.

Play your part well."

…

I wake up in a cold sweat, paralyzed with fear. I don't know why, but I feel like something big is gonna happen soon. That voice… where do I know it from?

What did I dream about again?

Regardless, I find the strength to get out of bed. I'll need some water after… whatever just happened.

I look around to try to find the clock. It's two in the morning.

made even more new lore for the SS clubs and added a splinter timeline.

also thinking about the halved lands a bit because reasons.

A lot of my characters in my books are inspired by music. The vibes the music encapsulates within itself is one of my main sources of character ideas.

So if you ever read a work of mine and get the vague feeling that you want to listen to Camelia or Tally Hall, now you know why.