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Oh, also a fun little note! Because of Narin's power 'Nature's Child,' the effects of the drugs he took were actually slowed because he was outside, which is how he managed to stay awake and alive for so long without support :) |
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The short story was fucking heart wrenching and amazing and heartbreaking and so, so, so well written I loved it It was splendid |
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I loved it, it has fed me. Fueled me. I wish for more angst to devour. Lucky for me, I am writing quite a bit of angst. And uh, yeahhhh. He going through the wringer. So many steps back, he has taken. He literally be holding his breath, trying to figure out if he could potentially kill himself like that. My guy. You can't. You know that. Stop wishing that you can go through the stages of decomposition within seconds. My guy. My boy. You need to chill. Stop beating yourself up. Just two minutes, please. Give us two minutes where you don't aren't profusely depressed. At least Ingall's here, making him take at least partial care of himself. |
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The time change has occurred and fucked with my reply |
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~1315 words for Ingall's snippet so far and Garvin is officially standing up! Jeez, this guy needs to stop fantasizing about death and let Ingall dye his hair. The amount of suicidal ideation in this snippet so far is... Incredibly concerning. And I haven't even gotten to the most graphic one planned to happen in the snippet yet. |
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Glad you liked it! It was very fun to write, lol - Oh nooooo, my boyyyy Lmao |
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We're at ~2150 words now in the Ingall snippet and we're still not dyeing hair yet. Garvin needs so much help. Prepare to cry once this is done and up. This is incredibly sad. The poor boy isn't doing well, like, whatsoever. Lots of rather graphic suicidal ideation in this one. Please help the child. |
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Nooooo, whyyyy I am not prepared to cry over him again, the boyyy :(( |
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Something I, for some terrible reason, love about this poor orphan boy is that like... He could check off every box for depression, be on anti-depressants, be on suicide watch- Just the whole fucking thing. But the moment someone is asking or actually calling him depressed, he's all like- What? No. Why would you think that? Like he seriously has no idea how they could possibly think he's depressed. |
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Also, we're at ~2440 words and we've almost gotten to the actual hair dyeing part of it. So far Garvin has fantasized about death a lot, been so incredibly mean to himself, dealt with some bad chronic pain, and has refused to eat. I'm so incredibly sorry. |
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