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  1. I've been doing so well for the last month. I don't know what changed but my head's not right today and everything's weird and fuzzy and my hands are shaking and I can't think straight. I felt like this a lot at the beginning of the school year, but it's been so long I thought I was okay but now I'm not and everything feels weird and I'm feeling kind of panicky for no reason. I don't know why but everything feels wrong. I could use some hugs

  2. 6 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said:

    I think so?

    Maybe it's not just being in pursuit of knowledge, but being in pursuit of healing/self-improvement/trying to just be a better person and face our own uncomfortable truths.

    I'm not totally sure either. 😂

    That's what I figured. 

  3. I HAD NO IDEA THIS WAS AN ACTUAL THING WITH AN ACTUAL NAME!!!!

    THIS IS SO COOL!!!

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    If i'm understanding it correctly, it's basically saying if you gaze into the void, aka fight through monsters or battle inner demons or whatever you wanna call it, in pursuit of knowledge, and if you come out without becoming another part of the void you'll become stronger and wiser. 

    Is that about it?

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    I hope I didn't misunderstand the thing

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    Lol, that would be a bit embarrassing 

     

     

     

  4. 20 hours ago, Edema Rue said:

    Ok so funny story...

    Here's part 3. You'll get part 4 soon, I promise, life is just horrifically crazy right now so we're taking baby steps. 

    Ripping At Our Seams (3):

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    She was in front of him. She floated on silky, feathered wings, her mangled legs suddenly whole and new.

    “You’re Aaron,” she whispered. 

    “You’re Luci.”

    A beat.

    “You killed me.”

    Another beat.

    “I know.”

    “Do you know what it did to him?” She didn’t look angry. She didn’t raise her voice, didn’t condemn him, didn’t even condescend. She just sounded heartbroken. An image floated through Aaron’s mind. Luci’s father, weeping alone beside a fresh grave that matched three older ones. “I didn’t need me to live,” she said. “But he needed me to.”

    Aaron swallowed. He looked down towards the ground that wasn’t there. “I didn’t know,” he whispered.

    “You…didn’t know?”

    “I made a mistake,” he amended. 

    “A mistake.”

    “What do you want me to say?” Aaron snapped. “I killed you, and the rest of them too, and now I’ll pay for it forever. Do you want me to apologize? Do you want me to grovel and beg you to punish me?” He sneered at her, as if daring her to get angry.

    “I don’t want anything from you,” the angel said.

    “Stop it!” The scream tore from his hoarse throat, louder than he’d expected. 

    “Stop what?” Luci blinked at him, eyes strangely kind. He hated her for it. “Aaron,” she said quietly, “do you care that we died?”

    “Of course I care,” he snapped.

    “Why?”

    “Because–because you were all just kids. Because you had so much potential. Because I couldn’t see you as people, before. Because all of a sudden you have a story and a life and now it’s over and I did it.”

    “Do you feel that guilt for the rest of them?”

    “I–” He looked away, unable to answer.

    Do you feel it?” Luci’s voice was passionate but not angry. “Do you feel it for Anna, who was going to go on a cruise the next week? Do you feel it for Sam, who had a soccer game that night? Do you feel it for Sophie, who had 4 older brothers who would have done anything to protect her? We all had stories, Aaron! So do you feel it for the rest of them?”

    “Stop!” Aaron shouted, squeezing his eyes shut. Faces greeted him. “Stop it,” he whispered.

    “Our stories will never be finished,” Luci said. “Because of what you’ve done, we’ve gone from people to numbers. A statistic is all we can ever be.”

    There was a long moment of quiet. “I can’t apologize,” Aaron realized. “I can’t make them matter.” Luci blinked at him silently. Somehow, she still wasn't angry. “I can’t help but see it as a gift,” he continued, horrified. “That world is a terrible place. Now they’re free.” He shook his head, suddenly overwhelmed with disgust and hatred. “I deserve so much worse than death.”

    “You do,” Luci agreed. “The others wanted to punish you so terribly. I told them no.”

    Aaron looked at her. “Why?”

    “I’m not sure yet,” she murmured.

    He hesitated. “Do you hate me?”

    “Yes.”

    “Then why?”

    She took a moment to think, and Aaron felt himself shaking. A tiny voice in his mind whispered, I want to go home. Idiot, he told it. We don’t have a home. We don’t deserve one. “It’s because you’re a person,” Luci finally said. “Because I see you, and I can’t let them not see you. I can’t let them forget that you’re human, even though you did it to us.”

    “Sounds…pretentious,” Aaron mumbled. 

    “It does,” Luci murmured. “It isn’t, though.”

    There was silence for a long moment. It was unnaturally peaceful. It itched at Aaron. Quiet was such a rarity. It was a dangerous novelty; quiet meant that the only sounds were his thoughts, and thoughts were the worst weapon of all. He never really had time to think. Now he wondered if that had been intentional. There was always a job to focus on, so why would he bother wondering if it was right? Now he did, and it hurt. Had he ever done a truly good thing in his entire life, even one? Had he ever wanted to? The world was better without him in it, and with that thought the peace grew stronger. 

    “So what happens now?” He asked. 

    “Now you have a choice to make.” 

    Aaron blinked. “What do you mean?”

    “Well…” Luci hesitated. “We made a choice. A dangerous one. A difficult one.” She met his eyes, and she smiled. It felt like a gentle rainfall after days of heat. It felt like loving wind and swaying trees. It felt like home and it felt like Luci. It felt like what he’d always wanted and never had. It made him want to rip himself to pieces in an attempt to find something that was worthy to see it. “We forgive you.”

    “What?!”

    “We forgive you,” Luci repeated, and for the first time in years Aaron felt his eyes begin to sting and his throat begin to tighten. “You don’t deserve it. But this is the way that we choose to live, and it leaves you with a choice.”

    “I—” Aaron’s throat closed up tighter. His mind seemed completely blank. Were there any words to be said? A tear spilled over and down his cheek. He didn’t move. He was terrified that if he did he’d curl into a ball so tight he’d never come out. Another tear fell.

    “Do you believe you can do good?” How gentle Luci was. How kind. How…how filled with grace. I killed her.

    “I don’t know,” Aaron whispered.

    “Do you want to?”

    He met her eyes, then closed his own. Did he? Her smile floated back to him. “Yes.”

    “We’re sending you back,” Luci said. “You’re going to live, and you’re going to live well.”

    Aaron swallowed. Nodded. “What do I need to choose, then?

    Luci cocked her head. “You choose what you’ll do with your life. You don’t need to tell me, but you need to choose now how you’ll live.”

    Aaron nodded again, hating his trembling lip. “Why are you doing this?”

    “It’s like I said,” Luci murmured. “You’re a person. And me, I’m a dreamer. I look at you and I see dreams that haven’t had a chance to form.” She smiled a smile that was sadder than weeping. “We weren't the only potential that died that day.” 

    “You really believe that.” Aaron wasn’t sure if it was a question or the awe he couldn’t quite express, but Luci nodded.

    “I believe in what you can be, once we rip out your seams.” 

    “My…”

    “Your seams. The places where the pieces of you are held together. It’ll hurt. It’ll hurt terribly, because you need to be ripped apart stitch by stitch. You’ll fall to bits and lose everything you thought made you who you are. And then, if it’s possible, you’ll come back together. And I believe that you’ll grow into something incredible.”

    “Right,” Aaron whispered, overwhelmed. 

    “Right,” Luci repeated. Her eyes were bright and determined as her tone became businesslike. “Here’s how this works. Your gun misfired, leaving you with severe head injuries, but survivable. You’re only 15, which makes it a possibility that they’ll let you live. A very, very slim one, but it’s there, and that’s all we need. We can’t affect the world too strongly, but we can tilt it just right. You’ll never be free, but you’ll be alive, and they’ll want to turn you. They already want to spin you into a tragic fairytale, so your job is to change. You will never be the hero. But you don’t have to be the villain.”

     

    Wow, that whole thing was amazing

  5. 1 minute ago, SmilingPanda19 said:

    After 150 hours I finally got the second episode of my webtoon out. Getting my work out there. Becoming a better author and artist. Proving that you can do whatever you want if you put a lot of hard work into it. Finally making something I'm proud of. 

    That's so cool!!

    If you're fine with sharing, what's it called? Cuz I'd love to read it

  6. I've been kinda stuck in a really frustrating loop of wanting to make something but not making anything because of crippling perfectionism, so I just went for it and did this.

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    I've had some form of this image in my head ever since I first heard the song Trapdoor by Twenty One Pilots, and I think it's cool. The lyrics "Do me a favor and try to ignore, as he falls through a blatant trapdoor, cause nobody knows he's alive" kept repeating in my head and I wanted to put them into the actual thing, but I couldn't really figure out how to do that, but I think they're important to the whole thing.

    It could be better of course, but I feel really happy with how it turned out. 

    So yeah, here's a thing!

  7. Twenty-One Pilots for sure.

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    I will not obsessively rant right now, I will not obsessively rant right now, I will not obsessively rant right now, I will not obsessively rant right now, I will not obsessively rant right now, I will not obsessively rant right now, I will not obsessively rant right now, I will not obsessively rant right now, I will not obsessively rant right now, I will not obsessively rant right now, I will not obsessively rant right now, I will not obsessively rant right now, I will not obsessively rant right now, I will not obsessively rant right now, I will not obsessively rant right now, I will not obsessively rant right now, I will not obsessively rant right now, I will not obsessively rant right now

    Do you sleep with stuffed animals in your bed? 

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