I mean u dont say so so uh here

Sorry its blurry- its a screenshot of my drawing. I dont know how to save things from procreate to photos

I've read post and decided to work as a writer.

Yes, old art is fine.

And okay! Submit the thing when it's done.

i agree to the terms of this contest, and will submit my work as soon as it is completed. :D

Thank you.

There's nothing in the terms and conditions that says to harvest my organs so I'll gladly accept.

As I have my thousand-word Chekov's gun, do you prefer me linking it or just posting the entire thing on here?

I agree to the rules, here's a drawing I made a few minutes ago. If you want a better quality one, I could try to redraw it with my mouse :)

Here you go @An Unnecessary Bayleaf ))

Tommy was done. He was sick and tired of everything he'd been through. He'd worked hard, for so long. And for what? To get exiled by the person who was supposed to be by his side forever? To be abandoned by the people he called a family? To be manipulated by someone who he had once called a friend? At some point, all of his mental baggage piled over. He towered high above the mess he called home. Logstedshire. It wasn't really a home. Not really. It was just a camp full of bad memories, tear stained pillows, and blood coated rags. It was full of craters and empty screams. As he sat up on the tower, looking over the wreck below him he stopped. Why did he stay here? Why did he bother? He could just leave. The discs meant nothing anymore. Just pieces of plastic. They didn't matter. He'd keep the memories, even if they came from long ago. Tommy sat up there for a while, thinking about what happened, how much he's been through. He's just a kid. And before long, he jumped off the tower, landing safely in the water below. He gathered what belongings he wanted: A picture of the original L'manberg citizens, His compass, and Aliveburs jacket. And with that, he turned off his communicator, unsheathed his wings, and took to the skies. He flew for a while watching the ground below him. He was out of SMP bounds within a day, but continued to fly. He only stopped when his wings throbbed with every beat. The small field he landed in, full of oak trees and flowers, seemed safe. Putting down his small belongings, he went about cutting down a few trees, and shearing a couple sheep. Before long, he had himself a little wooden shack, and a bed to sleep on. He was finally free and out of Dream and the SMP's grasp. He was Tommyinnit and he was free.

When does this close? I won’t be able to post a fic rn but tomorrow morning it should be finished