| Galdino / Mr 3 |

manga & anime based galdino from one piece series; penned by Namae.

[waxgentleman]

ᴀɴɪᴍᴇ & ᴍᴀɴɢᴀ ʙᴀꜱᴇᴅ — low activity MR 3 / ɢᴀʟᴅɪɴᴏ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴏɴᴇ ᴘɪᴇᴄᴇ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ. ᴘᴇɴɴᴇᴅ ʙʏ ɴᴀᴍᴀᴇ. 20+

ɴᴀᴠɪɢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ / ʀᴜʟᴇꜱ ʀᴘ ᴍᴇᴍᴇꜱ ᴀʀᴛ / ʀᴘ ᴅᴏᴏᴅʟᴇꜱ

𝘖𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘈𝘜𝘚/𝘖𝘊𝘚/OPLA. 𝘖𝘗'𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘺. 𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵/𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸.

[waxgentleman]

❤️ Like for a little funny wiggly ask

[strw1vation]

where is my baby boy, ga ne

𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗡𝗧 𝗖𝗟𝗔𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗢𝗙 𝗢𝗕𝗝𝗘𝗖𝗧𝗦 𝗙𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗚 . . .

𝗟𝗢𝗨𝗗 𝗯𝗼𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗹𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝗴𝗶𝗱𝗱𝘆 𝗯𝘂𝗿𝘀𝘁𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗕𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗥𝗦 . 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗵𝗲 𝗶𝘀.

❛ OIIIIIII , SAAAAANNNNN !!!! IT ' S BEEN A WHILLLEEEE

SHISHISHISHISHI ( .ᐟ.ᐟ ) ❜

𝗕𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗶𝘁 𝗵𝗲'𝘀 𝗹𝗮𝘂𝗻𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝗺𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 , 𝗿𝘂𝗯𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗴𝗿𝗶𝗽𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁 , 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴━ 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗂𝗆𝖻𝗌 𝖶𝖱𝖠𝖯 𝖠𝖱𝖮𝖴𝖭𝖣 Ꮺ 𝖬𝗋. 𝖳𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖾 ' 𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗉𝗌 , 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗌 𝖻𝗎𝖻𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝖻𝗈𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗇 : 𝖲𝖯𝖠𝖱𝖪𝖫𝖨𝖭𝖦 ✨✨ 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖽 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 , 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝖽𝖾𝗉𝗍𝗁𝗌 , 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗌𝗄𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝖼𝗎𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗒 𝗎𝗉𝗈𝗇 𝗉𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 . 𝖫𝗎𝖿𝖿𝗒 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗄 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 @waxgentleman ' s 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝗍 - 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 . 𝖠𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌 , 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗆.

▐ ❛ 𝗦𝗔𝗡 𝗦𝗔𝗡 𝗦𝗔𝗡. 𝗪𝗛𝗬 𝗔𝗥𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘? 𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗦𝗨𝗣𝗣𝗢𝗦𝗘 𝗧𝗢 𝗕𝗘 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗕𝗢𝗢𝗚𝗜𝗘, 𝗨𝗚𝗛.. 𝗜 𝗛𝗢𝗣𝗘 𝗛𝗘 𝗜𝗦𝗡'𝗧 𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘 𝗘𝗚𝗞𝗛.. 𝗛𝗘𝗦 𝗦𝗦𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗢 𝗟𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗨𝗨𝗨𝗗𝗗𝗗 & 𝗔𝗡𝗡𝗢𝗬𝗜𝗡𝗚 ( !! ) 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗟𝗗 𝗝𝗢𝗜𝗡 𝗠𝗬 𝗖𝗥𝗘𝗪 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗟𝗘𝗔𝗩𝗘 𝗛𝗜𝗠 !!! ❜

— 𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗂𝖿 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝗋𝖾𝗅 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝗋𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝟤𝟢 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 ❓ 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗎𝖽𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 , 𝖺𝗆𝗂𝖽𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗒𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 , 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾 : 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗃𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝖺𝖻𝗋𝗂𝖼 𝗈𝖿 𝖬𝗋. 𝟥 ' 𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗍 , 𝖿𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗌 𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 .

❝ — and then zoro (da) slices a bottle in half tryin' ta' hit sanji and— and and SHARDS get lodged into nami''z new dress so she— !! ... ❞

THE SPEAKING STOPS , IF ONLY TO SNIFF AT AIR .

❝ San.. do you smell that... ❞ WITHOUT WAITING FOR MUCH OF A REPLY : Luffy dislodged himself from San / Three , to SWING and now rest as a passenger hanging off his back ( clinging monkey . ) ❝ IT' S FOOOD THERE THERE THERE GO OVER THERREEE !!!! ❞

POINTING HYPERACTIVELY , the direction of the smell , — he openly laughs , half of his tongue lolling past clenched teeth and smiling lips .

[waxgentleman]

“Change of heart” “Turn over a new leaf”, all these foolish concepts were seen with disdain by the self-made artist. Never believing in any of it; not at all. Mr 3 preferred to rely on the faith that human nature was certain and rightful till the end, and could only be masked for so long until the true colors were shown. He was not checking on “Luffy” because he was worried or because he had a good heart now; it was purely to repay a debt. Yes, a debt! Silent promises for a fallen comrade that would never reach anyone’s ears. It was what Mr 3 murmured to himself during the travel, that and another hundred of excuses. However, at the faint giggle in the distance, the sculptor already forgot all that and tried to turn away in the same step; furrowing his eyebrowns while it.

“Yaaaa......No no, no, da ga ne! Perhaps next mont… AHHHHHH!! MU..MUGIWARAAA!! UNHAND ME! I CHANGED MY MIND!! GA NE !” Squeezed, hugged and Mugi locked—the artist was helpless, like a senior dog forced to interact with toddlers during a party; TORTURING AFFECTION. His hair comically turned into an exclamation point as he yelled. “ UGHHHHH! MUGI.. MIUGUIWARA..! Always the same questions—the same annoyance, the same stupidity and lack of self awareness, ga NE! ”and the same warmth as well. Now with his freedom regained, the artist spins and falls over the deck, full face on the wood, and stays there until his blood remembers the paths of his body and he’s able to move. “ Soo troublesome, ga ne. Still the same, Indeed." A micro grin; almost of embarrassment to feel a little joy in seeing the pirate in high spirits.. Especially after.. everything that happened during that unforgivable war. Mr 3 then patted the dust out of his clothes upon following the pirate inside; together with the rest of the lunatics of that ship.

[waxgentleman]

[waxgentleman]

[waxgentleman]

// It's was a harsh week at work after the busy weekend at art alley.. I'll post/answer asks starting next week B) thanks ~

[waxgentleman]

[waxgentleman]

" I only have myself to blame..ga n..ne..."

[opiumfarmer]

Hot heavy obsessive possessive romantic passionate lustful love. If not, what’s the point.

[waxgentleman]

[songofnoheart]

The skeleton paused. Was he hallucinating? This was... Three-san? His Three-san? Perhaps it was a hallucination, a result of his loneliness? Silence hung in the air for a while until.

"EEEEEEEH?! W-wait! You are bleeding?! Are you alright?! Oh boy, let me just..." Brook reached into the pocket he would usually have on his shirt only to remember that he was wearing a tattered kimono meant to support his disguise. Helplessly, the old pirate continued to watch Galdino writhe on the ground, feeling quite bashful. He definitely didn't expect such a colorful reaction.

"Yohohoho, Three-san, no words are enough to tell you just how much I missed your expressiveness." Soul King reached forward, softly wiping a bit of blood off the sculptor's cheek before pulling him into a tight hug. "Ahhhh... My love, I thought I wouldn't feel your warmth before my adventure was over." His shoulders shook just a bit as if relaxing.

Burying his face into the other's shoulder, Brook held him close for a while, before pulling back with a frown. "I beg your finest pardon? Scold me? My dear manager, do you not realize that you yourself are currently on a yonko territory? Alone, no less! Have you not heard the atrocities Kaido and Orochi have been doing in this country? What dealings might you have in this hellscape?"

The musician sighed tilting his head. "Well, logically, we are here for the poneglyph, but... I suppose it won't surprise you if I say that Luffy-san promised to help the prince of this country to get back his throne. Which automatically makes Kaido his next target." Soul King said the last part as nonchalantly as possible, trying not to freak Mr 3 out too much.

[waxgentleman]

That tea-flavored scent filling his lungs felt like the first rain after a harsh summer. Like two puzzle pieces, his arms embraced the skeleton's body like many times before. Leaning his face comfortably against the afro, nuzzling it with his nose ... and even resisting against letting go when Brook pulled himself out, like a cat with his claws stuck somewhere.

“ Then BEG! Hhm! I’m a common citizen not aligned to any flag, ga ne. Unlike someeeeee people heeereee! That can't bear the thought of NOT sticking their nose where they're not supppooooseed to! EVEN IF THEY DON'T HAVE ONE!!, GA NE! ” The man crossed his arms, still furiously so— however.. the more the explanation went on, his mood turned.. dry. Open jaw, all blood drained from his face…then, rubbed against the temples while grinding his teeth.

“ I GUESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS????????????????? G AH NE! I GUEEEESSS! ! ! .... Not surprising but.. Oh..hhmmm… against Kaido-sama…? The dragon?…you must have seen the size of that thing, ga ne.” Mr 3 breathed deeply as never before, squinting his eyes as his hands felt like they’re going to break his own skull. 

“Ah… What I’m going to do with you, ga ne.” When their eyes finally meet with his eye-sockets, gazing at that dummy expression was enough for his anguish to start to fade. Oh, how much he missed that silly skeleton.

“You’re lucky that I miss you more than I’m angry with your crew, ga ne. Otherwise I would have candle locked you and fled from this country in this instant. Here, come with me, ga ne.”  Mr 3 stood up, cleaning his kimono and holding out his hand for the skeleton—taking him to his private chambers across the castle.

Inside the modest square-room, Mr 3 placed a few candles around to brighten the place before sitting down on the tatami. “ On my behalf, I’m used to espionage missions since before we met, ga ne. Cross guild doesn’t discriminate about investments, there’s also this thing called Pluto that I meant to research about.....” He placed his wood instrument over the lap, proudly displaying the shamisen to the musician.

“ You’re looking to Sanmaru~ ga ne ! One of many aspiring musicians in Wano. Fu ha ha ha ! Two or more shows and I may even be invited to shogu’s palace..get what I need, then I WOULD BE LEAVING! Without bothering or causing revolutions of ANY KIND! ”

[waxgentleman]

Plot call?

[waxgentleman]

what do you get out of this? this overworking thing? - from lilith :3

WORKAHOLIC CHARACTERS WHO PUSH THEMSELVES TOO HARD

The artist looks disheveled; crooked glasses with a messy buttoned shirt in the wrong way. However, Mr 3 couldn’t ignore the sweet inspiration that only being awake for 25 hours could bring to you. “ YAA YAAAA! ~ Dr Lilith, For one, you should know that when inspiration calls, there’s nothing else to do but answer, ga ne! ” The artist turned around, motioning happily to a half sculpted angel he was working on. The man gently pinched her nose, then bopped it. Deliriously acting upon his lack of sleep with a huge smile on his face. “ Fu ha ha ha! Silly Silly youu! ”

[waxgentleman]

"Soooo, have you been counting my mistakes as well, Three-san? I am yet to hear a warning~" ( Brook , @songofnoheart ) ehehehheheheheehehehehehehehe

Work Ethics // @songofnoheart

“ Fu ha ha ha ha ~...That's because you're the absolute model of a coworker, ga ne..” The sculptor grinned, leaning on the table with a ruler in hand. Tapping the musician’s chin, pushing it so he would look straight. “ Well spoken—” The ruler then dragged across his shoulder, making its way across their side over the ribs, likely to make him straighten his posture. “ Reliable, open minded to new ideas..” The hard plastic now touched their legs, scratching over the cloth with the pointy side. “— and mostly important, above all of these.”

SLAM!

The sound of the ruler being slapped over wood, between the skeleton legs echoed across the room. “ So well behaaaveeed, ga ne.” Mr 3 then shook his head; raising an eyebrow. “How could I ever think of punishing someone so exemplary..I’m a very proper manager, you know.”

[waxgentleman]

your work ethic scares me sometimes. / from thea.

WORKAHOLIC CHARACTERS WHO PUSH THEMSELVES TOO HARD

Galdino placed a hand over the chest, surprised and slightly offended by her words. “ My...My! Milady Amalthea. How dare you! Scary? Me? I can assure you MY work ethics are a three thousand times more humane than ceeeerrtaaaaaaaaaain people that you're acquainted with! Hm!! ”

“ One mistake gets you a single notification. Up to three mistakes, you get a warning. Isn’t that kind enough? I only bring the wax forceps after the 7th mistake, ga ne. ”

“ And after 10th, well—Fu ha ha ha! Oh well...ᵀʰᵃᵗ’ˢ ᵇᵉᵗʷᵉᵉⁿ ᵐᵉ & ᵍᵒᵈ, ᵍᵃ ⁿᵉ.”

[waxgentleman]

"There are worse ways to spend a life."

WORKAHOLIC CHARACTERS WHO PUSH THEMSELVES TOO HARD

Inside the torture chamber, dangling upside down from one of the many chains tied to the ceiling, Mr 3 kept his calm composure. Better than the clown during that evening beatings—That’s what he got for daring to try to ease Buggy’s punishment's... having to share it. Damned if you do, damned if you don't.

“ N—Not that I'm complaining or anything, ga ne…” Weakly, the artist pulled a napkin from his shirt’s pocket, cleaning blood from his glasses. “but... Isn’t all of this getting quite tiring?.... I've been working with Buggy for a while, ga ne. No beating will help! Unless it is for stress relief, I guess...but even Mr 1 seems to be getting tired from polishing blood from your shoes, Boss.” “ I-If you let me handle the talking between you two and him, I'm sure would be less of a headache for—”  The chain rotated his body and Mr 3 waited for it do a full spin before speaking again. “ You two— there's better ways to spend a life too, ga ne.”

[kingsmemes]

「   RP MEME :   NONVERBAL PROMPTS.  mix of violent, caring, touching and non-touching prompts.  」     SEND PROMPT '+ REVERSE' for the inverse to happen. for example 'bandage + reverse' for the receiver to bandage wounds on the sender.

[ BANDAGE ] : sender bandages a wound on receiver.

[ GUIDE ] : sender puts a hand on he receiver's back to guide them somewhere.

[ WAVE ]: sender waves down receiver to get their attention.

[ SIGN ]: sender raises their hand to sign to receiver. what follows can be anything the sender desires.

[ LIFT ]: sender lifts receiver's chin to look at them.

[ LIGHT ]: sender lights receiver's cigarette/candle/etc.

[ FIND ] : sender finds receiver beaten and/or bloodied.

[ PIN ]: sender pins receiver against the wall during combat/sparring.

[ GET DOWN ]: sender tackles receiver out of the way of danger.

[ TAKE ]: sender takes a hit meant for receiver.

[ CAUGHT ]: sender finds receiver somewhere they aren't supposed to be.

[ TRAP ]: sender traps the receiver somewhere they don't want to be.

[ DARLING ]: sender touches receiver's cheek.

[ SNATCH ]: sender snatches receiver's wrist as they turn to go.

[ STAB ]: sender stabs receiver.

[ DRAG ]: sender drags receiver from point a to point b.

[ SIT ]: sender sits on receiver's lap.

[ EN GARDE ]: sender and receiver get into some kind of fight.

[ DRUNK ]: sender finds receiver drunk.

[ BLOOD ]: sender walks into receiver's room covered in blood.

[ FLOWER ]: sender offers a flower to receiver.

[ HOLD ]: sender reaches to hold receiver's hand.

[ BRUSH ]: sender brushes a strand of hair out of receiver's face.

[ NOTE: ] sender writes a note for receiver. the contents are whatever the sender decides.

[ EYES ]: sender notices receiver looking at them.

[ STOP ]: sender raises hand to signal the receiver to stop in place.

[ TAP ]: sender taps receiver on the shoulder to get their attention.

[ WAKE ]: sender gently wakes receiver from a nap or otherwise.

[ MORNING AFTER ]: sender and receiver wake up together for the first time after a night of passion.

[ BLANKET ]: sender drapes a blanket over receiver's shoulders.

[ HUDDLE ]: sender and receiver huddle together in an effort to stay warm.

[ TUG ]: sender pulls receiver away from them.

[ PUSH ]: sender pushes receiver away from them.

[ BULLET ]: sender shoots receiver in a non-lethal area.

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FOR WORKAHOLIC CHARACTERS WHO PUSH THEMSELVES TOO HARD *  assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary

there's still a lot of work to be done.

i'm not finished with it yet.

i can't give up just yet.

there's nothing noble about working yourself to death.

you think i can't handle this myself?

there's not enough hours in the day.

i realize you think you have to do this.

working like this helps me think.

i'll sleep when i'm dead.

your work ethic scares me sometimes.

i don't need your help.

do you ever sleep?

they need me.

no matter how hard you work, it won't bring them back.

do you realize how crazy that sounds?

i'm not stopping until this is done.

you need to slow down.

i feel like i'm wasting my life.

have you ever taken a vacation?

i can handle this on my own.

i'm nothing without my work.

you're going to get sick if you keep going like this.

you've proven your point.

you're going to work yourself to death.

there are worse ways to spend a life.

you can't keep going at this pace.

i don't have time to rest.

it needs to be done.

do you have any healthy coping mechanisms, by any chance?

there's no time to waste.

i think it's time for you to take a break.

everything was going great until you stopped me.

i can't sleep yet. not until this is done.

i'm the only one who can do this.

at least let me help you.

if i just focus on my work, i don't have to think about anything else.

i'm not asking you to take a break, i'm telling you.

did you really have to interrupt like that?

i'm not budging.

it's my life's work.

you're not going to convince me otherwise.

when was the last time you slept?

i'll help you finish the job if you promise to get some rest.

you're practically falling asleep standing up.

you can finish this in the morning.

let me get you to bed.

don't you get it? it's over!

working yourself to death isn't going to fix anything.

if i don't do it, no one else will.

i wish you would take some time to rest.

i'm not taking a break, if that's what you're asking.

you just broke my concentration, thank you very much.

i'm not going to bed.

i don't know how to quit.

they're counting on me.

too many people rely on me.

i can't disappoint them.

you need a vacation.

i wish you would just listen to me and slow down.

your eye bags have eye bags.

all right, that's it. i'm putting my foot down.

no more excuses.

what do you get out of this? this overworking thing?

without my work... i'm nothing.

no one else is going to step in.

i don't care about me. i care about them.

we have unfinished business.

if i stop now, it'll be like giving up.

i'm a perfectionist. it's in my nature.

better to pour myself into my work than something else.

i wish you would go easy on yourself.

this is very unhealthy.