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For some reason I have found a better way to rephrase it

"he said 'fuck yall' and she said 'well fuck me then' so they're different and you're mistaken"

yeah I have definitely not gone insane due to public exam stress

“What he did was to reject the universe he was in.”

“What she did was to succumb to the fact that the universe she was in rejected her.”

“Both were different from the start, which is why there’s no way he would be able to understand her, let alone to save her.”

“Your plan was critically flawed since the beginning.”

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Writing a reflective report on my music composition is basically writing about what I was thinking when I was doing it.

(Spoilers: I don't know what I was thinking, and I don't know what I was doing.)

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The dread of unable to find my muse when I needed it the most sksbbfbdjsnbdbfnf

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(Yes the anatomy is a bit whacky but hear me out he’s too adorable-)

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After hearing about the university admissions talk I am now very motivated to revise for my public exams but right now my BMAT is more urgent so... (btw BMAT sucks everything looks like an IQ test wth ;w;)

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The one in charge

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duty report

I entered the room. Unlike some time ago, it is now small and light-toned, with an opened window that allows the breeze to come in and graze the curtains. A corner of the room is filled with soft toys, the other a big detailed dollhouse. In the middle, there's a wool rug on the ground. And on the rug, there's a cradle where he stands in it, hands holding onto the railings, looking at me with a smile as gentle as the sunlight from outside.

"Good morning, is your day well?" I asked as I closed the door. Seeing him, no matter in any form still wrenches my heart, thinking about all the stuff that happened before...

"Very. Ever since I entered here, I've been feeling better and better. Your effort really paid off." The sunlight reflected from his short hair made him look like he had a halo - not like he didn't have one already in my eyes. "I suppose you're here to tell me how things are going on recently?"

"Ah, yes, yes," I answered with my mind preparing a speech, trying to fit every late event in, "I made sure that there were no longer any loud thunder noises. I am considering adding occasional regular meteor showers, too. Well aside from the sky, I developed a Ferris wheel and a simple zoo. I also designed a few more variations of soft toys here- oh, and I am thinking about implementing snow globes," I paused, then said, "Since much fundamental work is already done in the first week here, my main job now is no longer to extend but to maintain, I suppose."

"Sounds great. His state must be improving, then?" It is very foreseeable for him to ask about that poor thing. "After all, that's... well, you've heard the same thing many times already."

"It's okay, that's my mantra too," I responded.

"That's great to hear." whenever I think he is smiling much gently already, his facial expression always gets more soothing. "you see, I remember everything. He was in grave despair long before this place existed, and every time he broke down and lost faith, I wanted to tell him to keep believing in the existence of this place- but I was so weak back then that my voice could not be sent to him. Not just weak, I have no arguments to effectively persuade him, since I doubt there's anyone who wouldn't be paranoid after those events he experienced."

The image of the poor thing appeared in my mind again - crying, weeping, trembling, curled up in the corner, afraid of everything. I shook my head to focus back on the present. "As you are aware, he's happier now. I made sure to stay by his side and not leave for a single moment. I made sure he now wakes up every day looking forward to what is going to happen next. I made sure to serve him delicious meals and food. I made sure to play with him, provide mental comfort and reassurance, and appreciate his existence and effort all the time. I also made sure that he knows he is very treasured and has a special place in my heart, that he forgets the whole existence of the concept of evilness and that everyone is happy he is here. I made absolutely sure that he knew this state of happiness would go on forever, so there was no need to worry about anything ending, and he could just live on in his purest form." I announced it like wearing a badge of honour - it's needless to say this is my pride. "By the way, I call him by silly, adorable nicknames."

He looks like he's almost crying, out of joy. "That's very nice to hear... I always knew you would be the one to bring him felicity. Is he sleeping well now?"

"Of course he is. I hug him to sleep every night. He now experiences dreams that I carefully carved when he is asleep. There's no longer a night that he wakes up scared again." Every time I think of how others actually failed to keep on doing this simple task, I feel a sense of confidence.

"Can you come closer?" he wiped the tears in his eyes. I walked towards him, the centre of the room. The sensation of the soft rug embraced my bare feet, as it is slightly warmed by the sunlight.

"Let me hold your hand." He held my hands with his, small and delicate, on top of the railing of the cradle. He then put his forehead onto the back of my palm. I can feel drops of his tears falling on it.

"From a long ago, I already knew that good things would happen, especially after a long and tiresome journey. I always knew, not just believed but knew, that it's just like the reward, the compensation for hardships. That is what sustained me through everything. I am glad that this order of the world stayed as true as it has always been when I was first told about it. Thank you, really, from the bottom of my heart. Thank you for realizing the order and restoring his original self, the one he always wanted to be."

Drops of tears still remained in his eyes, while the sunlight behind his back shone at him - he looked like he was glowing with heavenly glory. I kneeled to him while holding his hands like a knight getting dubbed.

"It is simply my duty to do so."

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Maybe the only way for apathetic people to understand the pain is to silently wait until the same thing happens to them

At least I am not apathetic ( ´▽｀)

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One would be but worthless without appeal nor legitimate status.

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“What he did was to reject the universe he was in.”

“What she did was to succumb to the fact that the universe she was in rejected her.”

“Both were different from the start, which is why there’s no way he would be able to understand her, let alone to save her.”

“Your plan was critically flawed since the beginning.”

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as pretty much a failure in content creating/ trying to build something out of creating original characters and stories, the most i can do to other creators is to buy their original manga’s physical book as an action to support them owob

I am to some extent touched by their dedication in their own passion and the fact that they are able to make something out of it, not like me just creating scenarios in my head endlessly and never actually published anything on it owo;

(no I swear I am going to write some more under my marshmallowscrambles tags but I am not going to write the whole thing elaborately here just because I don’t want them to be officially presented in words. I still want to make them into a somewhat web animation/project thingy, be it gacha or not. But I heard that making passion projects in the start is a bad idea, so.

I dunno man I am pretty much just being lazy and unmotivated with a bunch of petty excuses so that I don’t have to face the “most of the time you don’t win the popularity/reach burst gamble and have to grind yourself for a few years before seeing some small results and you most likely are gonna be drained before that happens” reality, so I am just doing stuff without any elaborate plans to become successful anymore lol)

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Encountered some really really noisy toddlers on the train, and wondered why their parents didn’t tell them to lower their voice since the kids are practically screaming.

And then I saw their parents communicating with each other using sign language. My guess was further confirmed when the kid screamed “Mommy” and the mother didn’t even notice.

… or maybe those aren’t their parents at all lol

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This was a few months ago but yeah, I still wanna post about it

there was this one time that I walked into a conversation between two friends of mine.

Me: what are you talking about?

Friend A: Friend B was upset about her own value.

Me: ah, (looks at friend B) don’t worry, you of course are valuable in this world. 

Friend B: Is there really? There are many people that are way better than me... including you, at least you can draw!

I was beyond fascinated that I actually have some sort of “at least” inside me. As friend B has gone overseas already, I couldn’t help but wonder will there ever be someone that sees my “at least”s ever again.

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this was a few weeks ago but I still wanna post about it lol

Me: Spiders are not insects, right?

Friend: yeah bruh they have 8 legs, insects have 6, and you chose biology as one of your public exam electives.

Me: then if we pluck out two legs from the spider, doesn’t that make them 6 legged and thus an insect?

My biology teacher nearby that overheard our convo: *s h o c c

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You know you’ve screwed up real bad at being a teacher when the students cheered and clapped as the principal announced your departure from the school you’ve worked at lol

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“Every time I take care of him well, he smiles. His smile is the sweetest thing ever in this world, at least in my opinion. He smiles, he becomes happy and hopeful, he becomes oblivious again. Oblivious, yet beloved, blissful and innocent. Each and every action of him, every word and consonant that comes out of his mouth, they pull on my heartstrings, producing beautiful sounds that purifies my existence, giving me reason to put more effort into cherishing him and this little world he entrusted me with.”

“He’s just the cutest and gentlest angel in this whole universe, and the only way for such an adorable and immaculate soul to maintain its hope is to put him in a beautiful and simple world full of love, where nothing goes wrong and nobody intends to do harm. Anything else and it would break him apart and drive him towards grievance in the worst way possible. That’s why I have to make everything here perfect for him. Telling him things that he wants to hear, bringing him to see things he wants to see, letting him experience things he wants to experience. Immerse him in felicity.”

“At the end of every day here, he would be so content that he would even smile when he’s asleep. Then as I rub his head, I couldn’t help but start tearing up- the only way to preserve his smile is to put him in such a peaceful paradise. However…”

“This paradise, it can only…”

“Yes, he intended its purpose that way, then he entrusted me this duty. Yet… yet I felt really, really bad for him. I really wanted to protect that smile forever. If he is that happy living here to the point he smiles in his sleep, then why should he… why should we… why should this little world…”

“If I were to be just a little bit more powerful…”

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“Velvet…? Why are you asking about her?”

“… who the hell knows what she was up to?! She wanted to keep everything small, created only one single tiny whiny universe and shared less than half of its authority to me, then created what, no more than 5000 souls, in one single fucking universe, for the whole damn void!! ONE universe!!! And she didn’t even bother clearing their memory- actually, those souls’ flesh body don’t even decay! Mortals at that time don’t even die! What the hell is she trying to preserve, anyways???”

“… you mean she might know something that I don’t?”

“Pfff, whatever that is, she carried those secrets into her grave now- did I bury her? And even if she knew something, that didn’t stop me and my void flourishing in the way I desired it to be- take that, Velvet! Sometimes, being a little bit braver and a bit less constrained can lead to big good changes! Look at all those angels working for me, for how many spontaneous problem happening all over the void, there will be multiples of that amount of angels to deal with them. Only once an astronomical amount of time does issues actually have to be presented to me, which I would solve with efficiency! Stuff out of control due to sheer amount? Sounds like a YOU problem, Velvet!”

“… the creature of absolute obliteration?”

“… where did you hear that from?”