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Gohdaymn, it's getting popularity... I'm glad people like it (⁠｡⁠ﾉ⁠ω⁠＼⁠｡⁠)

❌ “Kill them with kindness“

✅ Confuse them with kindness. Absolutely baffle them. Catch them off guard so bad they stop and seriously question your sanity for a moment. "Are they really this gullible, or just stupid??" Be the small gentle ray of candour that blinds them when looking at your innocent smile. Show them the warmth that never grazed their frigid soul before. There are only two paths for you after that: you're either dead or become the light of their life. Maybe even changing their ways for the better. For both of you.

Be that change.

*looks at the staring people, and, unsure what to do, starts smiling and happily waving her hand in greeting 👋*

*stares at y'all*

Sometimes some simple things in my life can feel so bizarre, and it's so funny, like-

Watching videos and reading fics in English is such a norm for me, I don't even recognise it as something special anymore, and then one moment when I'm casually standing and reading something, and my groupmate right next to me does a double-take on my screen and goes: "You can read this?!?" I go like, 'yeah?-'

And then it hits me. I can read it. Holy crap, I can. 🫢 I can understand words in another language. I can talk with people and they understand me! It's so bizarre. 😶

And do you know what's the worst thing? I couldn't even be there for him.

I couldn't tackle-hug him and whisper tender words of comfort. I couldn't hold his hand and tell him that he mattered to me. That he matters to me alive. Everything that connected me with him was this stupid little piece of plastic and metal...

I don't want to lose someone. Not again. And now, not because of me. Even if I know him for less than a month, I'm not going to let him just end his life. Even if I didn't care about him, I'm not letting a person die by their own hands.

I'm going to do everything to make sure this man never thinks of getting rid of his existence. Not from this world and not from my life...

.

I can't stop crying... Something has happened. I almost lost him. He scared me so much. It happened so suddenly.

I wasn't even scared that much the first time. The first time it was just a joke went wrong, triggering him slightly, that we scared each other and talked it out. This time I almost lost him...

He wasn't prepared for my answer. We talked about life and future. I said I might not even be here tomorrow because who knows what might happen, it's life. That's the right way of thinking for a christian - being prepared for end any moment.

After hearing that he wanted to end his life.

I talked him out. I think I did, he said so himself.

But I was scared

I was so, so scared

And still am

This never happened to me before

I don't want to lose someone I care about. Not again...

As I'm typing this I'm crying again

I'm scared I won't receive a "good morning <3" from him when I wake up

Today I had to leave the farm to go to town and perform at our uni's gala. We got first place. I arrived back at the farm at night, safely. We got stuck literally near our small temporary houses and had to wake up some of my groupmates in the middle of the night to help move the car. All is well.

I have to sleep now and wake up very early, but I can't. Not after what happened.

But hey, at least the night sky was beautiful

I'm going to sleep

Ha, jokes on you, I love this song >:]

"OH GREAT HEAVENS-"

I am flabbergasted 😂

Yooooo! Look, it's me! 🤭😆 Oh my gosh, thank you for drawing my sona! 😄

And I feel at some point she will use her powers to put him to sleep occasionally, bc oh my lord, dude, get some sleep-

Fanart yippe yippe yippeeeeeee

RTV AU edition ✨

@selfshippinglover @runrabitrunrunrun @angelic-entity121 @entityarts @niranutcake @4thwallbreakerdraws2

And some interaction doodles!

GSP often visits- wait no that's not the right one. Uh... Oh! Yeah. GSP often gets SENT to the clinic due to Lucian finding him passed out. Why? Caffeine! Being on shift for long hours always give him the urge to drink coffee + he's a huge workaholic! And not the good type. He's been like this since before and after the brainwash. Habits never change amirite?

It's only after a few weeks of working did he find out about another worker in the same department as him besides Lucian, and that's Harley! His first reaction? "They've got a child in here??" Honestly, reasonable. I'd be like that too.

Nicknack sometimes gets requests for.. An ungodly amount of coffee. When she does arrive at the CCTV room all she'll see is GSP on the floor with a bunch of coffee around him littering the room. This doesn't always happen tho! It's only sometimes. GSP will have the motivation to get the coffee himself but sometimes laziness just hits y'know? Since she sends some coffee to him from time to time it's either Lucian carrying him to the clinic or Nicknack reporting.

Anyways I'm done teehee if ya wanna see Wr3n doodle just look in reblogs 💜

Chat I am so normal about this

I appear from reblogs to state that I have finally updated the fic!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55465879/chapters/151947475

*shakes Mr puzzles plush around* this man hasn’t left my mind for months, yet I needed a lil break after the holidays.

Ways I Show a Character is In Love But Doesn't Know It Yet...

This one’s for the emotional masochists writing the slowest of burns, where your readers are screaming “just kiss already!” by chapter twenty... I Love and Hate you... ♥

They compare everyone else to the person… and everyone else comes up short. Even when they’re not consciously doing it. No one’s laugh is as warm. No one’s eyes crinkle that way.

They remember the weirdest little things about them. Birthdays? Whatever. But that time they snorted laughing at a dumb joke? Locked and loaded.

They feel weirdly guilty when flirting with someone else. Like they’re cheating… except they’re not even dating. Or are they? Or—ugh, feelings are the worst.

They notice every damn detail when the other person isn’t around. "They’d like this song." "This smells like their shampoo." "I wonder what they'd say about this weird squirrel."

They use weird, overly specific compliments. Not “You look good,” but “That color makes your eyes look like a storm in a novel I’d cry over.”

They get weirdly intense about that person being hurt or in danger. Like, irrationally intense. "He’s just a friend," they say while planning to murder anyone who makes them cry.

They feel safer around them than anyone else, and it freaks them out. Like: “I’m always on guard. Except with you. That’s... suspicious.”