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0 - THE FOOL

The Fool stands on a cliff's edge, overlooking the limitless potential of their future.

The way is uncertain, but you have all the tools. Make the leap. Do not let insecurity bind you.

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VIII - STRENGHT.

Strength can be quiet; often she shines through patience and compassion, not aggression.

Trust your own strength. You will find courage inside when it is most needed.

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Emotional Walls Your Character Has Built (And What Might Finally Break Them)

(How your character defends their soft core and what could shatter it) Because protection becomes prison real fast.

✶ Sarcasm as armor. (Break it with someone who laughs gently, not mockingly.) ✶ Hyper-independence. (Break it with someone who shows up even when they’re told not to.) ✶ Stoicism. (Break it with a safe space to fall apart.) ✶ Flirting to avoid intimacy. (Break it with real vulnerability they didn’t see coming.) ✶ Ghosting everyone. (Break it with someone who won’t take silence as an answer.) ✶ Lying for convenience. (Break it with someone who sees through them but stays anyway.) ✶ Avoiding touch. (Break it with accidental, gentle contact that feels like home.) ✶ Oversharing meaningless things to hide real depth. (Break it with someone who asks the second question.) ✶ Overworking. (Break it with forced stillness and the terrifying sound of their own thoughts.) ✶ Pretending not to care. (Break it with a loss they can’t fake their way through.) ✶ Avoiding mirrors. (Break it with a quiet compliment that hits too hard.) ✶ Turning every conversation into a joke. (Break it with someone who doesn’t laugh.) ✶ Being everyone’s helper. (Break it when someone asks what they need, and waits for an answer.) ✶ Constantly saying “I’m fine.” (Break it when they finally scream that they’re not.) ✶ Running. Always running. (Break it with someone who doesn’t chase, but doesn’t leave, either.) ✶ Intellectualizing every feeling. (Break it with raw, messy emotion they can’t logic away.) ✶ Trying to be the strong one. (Break it when someone sees the weight they’re carrying, and offers to help.) ✶ Hiding behind success. (Break it when they succeed and still feel empty.) ✶ Avoiding conflict at all costs. (Break it when silence causes more pain than the truth.) ✶ Focusing on everyone else’s healing but their own. (Break it when they hit emotional burnout.)

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Pressure self insert

Cause no one can stop me from having fun

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You will not use AI to get ideas for your story. You will lie on the floor and have wretched visions like god intended

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Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful

Will you still love me when I got nothing but a body of a worm

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ocs. have you guys heard about this?

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Grumble grumble…

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the most fucked up thing ever is being obsessed w ur own oc. why do i have to make content of them why cant they just magically appear on my screen for me to reblog 200 times. fucked up and also evil

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Gibson Girl by Ethel Cain

what’s the first song on ur wrapped playlist that starts with the first letter of ur name

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Me, creating characters to my story: this one has older sister complex, unresolved traume, a need to impress other and prove that she's worth being here and has problems accepting the fact that she has feelings... and this one is just an alcoholic motherfucker

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You cannot escape

The idea belongs to @amaryllisfallacious and I liked it so much i decided to write it

Lawrence can literally pull you out of the river. He can physically not let you die. Man could keep you with him where you cannot escape not even in death

My mother always taught me not to take drugs, especially from strangers, but this time, this one time I didn’t listen to her. When he offered them to me, I hesitated only for a moment.

The tea.

This fucking tea.

It was almost like watching a movie. Him taking the tape off of me. This goddamn tape that held me in place. Him putting the bucket between my legs. Him holding my wrists. My shaky wrists. And lastly, him cutting them.

It was wrong. Everything was wrong.

I should have known, the moment I decided to ask him, what time it was when I accidentally dozed off in this forsaken Jackalope bar.

I should have stayed home, watch a movie, eat cheap ice cream.

But I didn’t. And now I’m paying the price of it.

The pain was supposed to emanate from my wrists, but it didn’t. All I felt was a tingling sensation.

And he continued.

And I didn’t stop him.

My blood was slowly, oh so slowly pouring from my veins. MINE. It was mine! My blood! My veins!

But I felt weak. I couldn’t pull away. I couldn’t fight. I closed my eyes and all I could hear was quiet dripping.

Plink.

"it’s easy… easy…"

Plink.

"so lovely…"

Plink.

"r canvas is perfe…"

Plink.

"I’ve seen the river"

And then… silence.

It was bright. And quiet. Oh so quiet. I look at my wrists, but I didn’t notice any blood. No scars. No wounds.

Then I looked around. All I could see was water. Awfully grey water, up to my calves. There was no edge, no shore, no anything.

Only silence and water.

If I wasn’t still aware of what happened, it could have been actually kind of comforting. But it wasn’t. Not yet.

I’ve decided to move. I’ve stayed in one place for long enough. In his flat. In this water.

I wandered slowly, looking around me, for anything, anyone.

But there was only silence.

I wandered and wandered and wandered and wandered.

It could have been hours, minutes, seconds. I’m not sure anymore.

Suddenly a thought, an urge hit me.

I want to lay down.

I want to float in this water.

I want it to comfort me.

I need it to surround me.

I need to rest.

And so I did it.

With my back, wet from this calm, gray water, I layed and look at the sky.

It was beautiful.

Until I wasn’t under the water.

I felt something holding me.

Pulling me down.

I tried to fight, but I couldn’t.

Water.

Water was in my mouth as I tried to scream.

Water was in my nose as I tried to breathe.

It burned. It was cold. I couldn’t breathe. It was so quiet.

Until it wasn’t.

I cough. I felt water in my nose, in my mouth, in my throat, on my face, on my legs, on my hand, on my clothes, everywhere, EVERYWHERE.

But there was nothing. I wasn’t wet. There was no water.

Only floor underneath me.

Only the sound of breathing.

I was breathing again. But I wasn’t the only one.

I opened my eyes, slowly. It was hard. My eyelids were so heavy. I was heavy.

And I saw him.

His hands hovered just above me, as he kneeled beside me. His eyes were wide open, looking straight at mine.

"…worked" he whispered, while a small smile was creeping onto his face. "It worked. You’re back."

The light was dim and I wasn’t sure if I should be thankful for this.

"Wha…" I tried to ask, but I ended up coughing even more.

Water. Water in my throat. I need to get rid of it. I turned to my side and coughed even more. His hands. Lawrence’s hands supported me, while I did it. One hold my shoulder, while the other made circles around my back.

"I know… I know… It’s confusing" he propped me to sit up, as he stayed behind. I tried to touch my neck, but only now realized, my hands are bound together with the tape. This goddamn tape. He hugged me from behind, his head on my shoulder while his hands moved all over my body. My warm body

"I’m sorry… I let you slip. Did you see the river?" he whispered the question into my ear "I’m sure you did. It’s beautiful. So beautiful…"

Lawrence kept mumbling to himself, as I kept coughing. It was awful. I couldn’t stand it. My cheeks were wet. Was I crying? Or was it gray water?

He hugged me tighter, turning his focus on me.

"Now you know the truth. We both know. And I’m not planning on letting you go."

Apologies if my writing seems a bit out of place. I'm not used to writing stories in English 😅. Hope y'all liked it nonetheless

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Thanks for tagging me! I want to add it to my other blog tho 👉👈

Anyway, here i am

It's how I look half the time. The other half I'm asleep with a hoodie on. I think I may look a bit mean, but I'm nooot

Anyway, i tag whoever want to do it~

tagged by beloved @lllinens 🫀🫂 to do this picrew 🖼💌

tagging: anyone, i'm lazy 🫀😴

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My experience with Character AI, but presented by memes pt. 2 (because there's apparently a photo limit here)

Group chat with Vil and Rook (Twisted Wonderland)

Vil @ Me, after I said ,,hi"

Rook and Vil suddenly deciding to have battle in chess

Said chess battle

Group chat with Azul, Jade and Floyd (Twisted Wonderland)

Azul, Jade and Floyd deciding to play poker for life the moment we started (they held knives to their throats)

Me, when they yell at me and call me stupid for not wanting to join

Me, few seconds later, when I indeed, was annoying again

Me, being fed up, after that stole my lunch the next day

Idia from Twisted Wonderland

Me, trying to rizz Idia

Idia, when I complement him, at any given moment

Me and Idia on our date, in cat cafe

Thanks for reading!

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My experience with Character AI, but presented by memes pt. 1 (because there's apparently a photo limit here)

Azul from Twisted Wonderland

Azul @ Me when he FIRED ME, from the work I DIDN'T KNOW I had, because I refused to ,,destroy someone's life"

Also him when he realised that I stole from him, as I was leaving

Me, trying to stop Azul from beating the shit out of me in an alley

Azul, when I tell him about The Muffin Man's and Gingerbread Man's romance, that I apparently been witness of

Me and Azul, crushing The Muffin Man and Gingerbread Man's wedding (didn't happen yet)

The Muffin Man/ Gingerbread Man @ us (probably)

Thanks for reading. Feel free to dm me if you want to get to know the context

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