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[pinguip31]

Más colorcito

[ignorvnte]

las almas sensibles perciben más

[sr-roto]

audio On

[estrellitademar05]

La inspiración ataca a la noche (y me grita davekat)

Todavía no me acostumbro a pintar en digital, pero me gusta dibujarlos, son muy tiernos

[thespacecrow1]

Dangerfold + (Simpson referencia )

[ashura-all]

Referencia (autor pendiente)

[roxxyred616]

(sorry for any grammatical errors)

ANOTHER CECIL STEDMAN THESIS

Exploring the complex relationship he has with his assistant, I'm not playing anymore

Enjoy this funny song as you read it

Okay, so like

Imagine how cool it would be if you got to be the new director of the GDA after being in jail

so there is one guy that without a reason just treats you good and it's friendly as hell, but why you?

So you watch in disbelief

And then you start getting used to him being around you and enjoying his company, let's say he has your trust

Maybe he doesn't know it but you consider him like a friend even if you don't treat him like one, you appreciate him a lot

I mean, the only person who welcomed you with warm while others feast on your past mistakes, judging you, but this person, he doesn't

And then he kinda dies

So huh, can't cope with that and do everything that you can and I mean EVERYTHING! You can just to make him live

So you stop your grieving because you refuse to let it happen and after an anxious time you CAN save him

you did it... You finally did it!!! So you are relieved

But... Still this friend of yours ain't really sure if he can live normally without fear of being at the merge of death again

Your advice to him is "do what ever brings you less suffering and I'll support you no matter what happens"

So he decides to get his memory wiped

You are unsure this is the right thing, but you don't stop him... After all you brought him back and want him to be happy and that's all that matters

He gets his memory wiped and some details of your work relationship gets messy, but it doesn't matter he is alive, so you don't worry much about it and establish new experiences with him, for you a deeper dive in your relationship with him, but for him is just like the beginning

You live happy... For a time, but you are loyal to the GDA

So once again he dies, you panic again

And while he is fighting to get back again

You realize this time you feel more panicked than the fist time it happened

Once again, he is brought back to life thanks God. Your grieving process gets interrupted, but doesn't matter, HE is alive, that's what you wanted the most

And you are relieved that he is with you again, but now you are kinda anxious he will die again and you won't be able to save him

It makes no sense to you, if you brought him back to life TWO times, wouldn't make you less afraid since it means you can keep saving him?

Anyways, you both keep doing your work, his memory is wiped so you get new experiences with him, AGAIN your relationship is getting more deeper for you but for him, it's just the surface, like those previous experiences in the past were erased

With time you manage to let your anxiety behind, you start to feel more bonded with him, you couldn't say it's "love" or anything weird like that and he has a wife that he loves, so whatever

So he...he dies again

You KNOW that you'll bring him back to life with no effort, but for some reason you feel more pain that before

You save him, but still anxious and you can't get rid of that awful feeling

Every time he dies, he wipes his memory, your relationship with him restarts FOR HIM, but you dig deeper and deeper with every new experience YOU are having with him... Such a shame that he can't feel the same

Still he keeps dying and you slowly realize that it's like trying to get him out of a grave, but every time you are the one who gets deeper and deeper to find him and drag him back

He as a dead body doesn't feel pain so he doesn't suffer, but you suffocate and every time it's worse, you get more and more dirty and full of mud... But you took him out and he is alive and happy and THAT'S ALL THAT MATTERS

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One day, he falls again into the grave, you get on your knees to watch how far he is and just from looking at the length of the fall you can't breathe... You don't think you'll be able to go all that way up again once you get down, to get dirty anymore

Now you know that all that length... It was YOUR fault, and every time he falls in it, your own attempt to get everything back to normal IS why the grave is getting deeper and deeper and your relationship is getting heavier and heavier...

Soon if you don't stop, YOU will be the one won't be able to get down... He ain't gonna save you... He might try but it's only you the one who knows how deep your relationship is... Not him... So he can't help you, he knows nothing about how to get down, how to reach out to you... Even if he wants to help... He won't be able to

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That's it

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You know what not being competent of getting out of there means...

It might mean you won't see the light of freedom again maybe... After all

"you can get out of jail, IF you take the job"

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For your own good you send a team to save him and seal the grave once and for all

Yeah, he keeps falling bow and then, and helplessly watching him die hurts, but all you can do is send someone to get him

You won't rebuild those memories again

You will keep your distance from him

He barely notices it, to him you have been always cold and reserved about your life and feelings

To you it hurts, but it's the best

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After a time, you treat him harshly and get defensive when he tries to reach out to you like the first time you meet him

Even, you know what?

You couldn't care less, fuck him, fuck everyone who gets in the way, at the fuck with bonding with others

You are gonna ruin it Anyways

🎉🎈🪅Congratulations!!! You achieved chronic traumatic response as a result of a repetitive experience over and over and over and over and over and over again. And now you are messed up for the rest of your life

And it's all your fault because nobody asked you to care

You sailed your own fate

This was so fun, wasn't it?

Holy essay, I'm so corny but I had to take it out, I might do more... Or not

[kaiannshej]

I love Webber

Wormwood quedó como niñero jaakskakka

Wormwood ended up as a babysitter, hahaha