“I love that character,” I say as I come up with upsetting headcanons for them. “Absolutely adore them,” I tell you as I bunny up sad story ideas for them. “They’re my favorite,” I sigh as I pick the most depressing songs for a playlist for them.
“I just want them to be happy,” I insist as I write horribly angsty oneshots centered around their misery.
“My son,“ I say as I think warmly about his broken body huddled on the ground.
“I love you so much”, I say, as I fill them with self hatred.
I feel attacked
“How i adore him”
I say, imagining his body shattering like literal glass.
has anyone called out @setepenre-set yet?
AHAHAHAHAHA
to be fair, though, they do EVENTUALLY get to be happy…they just have to, you know, SUFFER first
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