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The sun was casting into the room, finally snapping Suzuya from her daze. She had pulled another all nighter in a desperate attempt to feel some form of creativity, she sighed looking over, some of her candles already had gone out, only a select few making it to sun rise. she blew them out leaning forward into her desk, quick scribbles, stupid ideas, and thoughts scattered on the papers in front of her, the results of last nights vigil. Her mind began to wander, and unbeknownst to her, her glands slowly warmed, beginning to contort and move the smoke coming up from the candles. Immediately, her mind got dark, what if she wasn't good enough, none of these ideas for drawings were good, and anything she liked she had been scrapped another day. This slump was one of the worst she's been through, not even quick things were good enough to her high standards.

The smoke around her began twisting, shaped by her thoughts and ideals, becoming thick monstrous clouds. Her mind struggled to come up with anything creative, every rational thoughts seemed to just be pushed out by her subconscious, it wasn't good enough. It had to be perfect, and from what she could tell, this wasn't good enough. Perspectives, colors, movement. It wasn't good enough, it couldn't be perfect. Was she not good enough? Maybe this was all stupid, she was sure there was work at the Rattle's rest, something to just get her away from this. Her thoughts clashed and fought, getting to the point where she couldn't think about anything else. It was as if the noise was becoming so loud, it became the new silence. The clouds of grey circled around her as she zoned out, still not aware of their presence, twisting, contorting, an ethereal reflection of her thoughts and worries. Her face was stone still, quivering or twitching slightly when the noise would get to her, pulling her further and further into it.

She groaned, burying her head in her hands as the clouds simply vanished, her glands dying back down. She forced herself to focus, calming the noise, and centering it on just one thought; she needed sleep, and probably some coffee or something. Maybe it was staying up doing all this, maybe getting out, or even just paying a visit to Kid and Johnny again could help. She pushed out of her desk wandering over to her bed flopping into it. Yeah... Getting out sounded good. Maybe she'd stop by the lake or something, maybe even the nook.

Maybe...
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Ah, some self reflection in this one, I've been struggling recently, I'm always doubting myself, pushing it too far out of my comfort zone to look good enough, but recoiling it back to just look ugly and jumbled. Even simple sketches don't look good. I feel like I'm disappointing people when I don't get things done fast enough, or I'm bugging them with pointless things.

Anyway, you didn't come to hear me ramble, but ehh

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Intermediate Magic

Manipulate smoke: 1/3

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2/883

Description
The sun was casting into the room, finally snapping Suzuya from her daze. She had pulled another all nighter in a desperate attempt to feel some form of creativity, she sighed looking over, some of her candles already had gone out, only a select few making it to sun rise. she blew them out leaning forward into her desk, quick scribbles, stupid ideas, and thoughts scattered on the papers in front of her, the results of last nights vigil. Her mind began to wander, and unbeknownst to her, her glands slowly warmed, beginning to contort and move the smoke coming up from the candles. Immediately, her mind got dark, what if she wasn't good enough, none of these ideas for drawings were good, and anything she liked she had been scrapped another day. This slump was one of the worst she's been through, not even quick things were good enough to her high standards.

The smoke around her began twisting, shaped by her thoughts and ideals, becoming thick monstrous clouds. Her mind struggled to come up with anything creative, every rational thoughts seemed to just be pushed out by her subconscious, it wasn't good enough. It had to be perfect, and from what she could tell, this wasn't good enough. Perspectives, colors, movement. It wasn't good enough, it couldn't be perfect. Was she not good enough? Maybe this was all stupid, she was sure there was work at the Rattle's rest, something to just get her away from this. Her thoughts clashed and fought, getting to the point where she couldn't think about anything else. It was as if the noise was becoming so loud, it became the new silence. The clouds of grey circled around her as she zoned out, still not aware of their presence, twisting, contorting, an ethereal reflection of her thoughts and worries. Her face was stone still, quivering or twitching slightly when the noise would get to her, pulling her further and further into it.

She groaned, burying her head in her hands as the clouds simply vanished, her glands dying back down. She forced herself to focus, calming the noise, and centering it on just one thought; she needed sleep, and probably some coffee or something. Maybe it was staying up doing all this, maybe getting out, or even just paying a visit to Kid and Johnny again could help. She pushed out of her desk wandering over to her bed flopping into it. Yeah... Getting out sounded good. Maybe she'd stop by the lake or something, maybe even the nook.

Maybe...
--

Ah, some self reflection in this one, I've been struggling recently, I'm always doubting myself, pushing it too far out of my comfort zone to look good enough, but recoiling it back to just look ugly and jumbled. Even simple sketches don't look good. I feel like I'm disappointing people when I don't get things done fast enough, or I'm bugging them with pointless things.

Anyway, you didn't come to hear me ramble, but ehh

--

Intermediate Magic

Manipulate smoke: 1/3

--

2/883