I Don't Know If Someone Had Made This, But I Needed To Cope In Some Way After True Colors.

I don't know if someone had made this, but I needed to cope in some way after True colors.

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           What fucking breaks me is the dawning realization on Marcy’s face when she’s stabbed… The growing horror, that she’s going to die. That she’s dead. That her life is over, in the literal sense- She DIED. She was murdered, and it’s all gone and finished. She’s finished…

           …This is a hopeless CHILD realizing, without a doubt or any take-backs or what-ifs, that she’s dead and all she can do is sob and apologize in despair, realizing it was all for naught, that everything she did to survive in this world, to survive in her life, was for nothing- That she’s DEAD now. This is no longer a fantasy, this is no longer a game, this is REAL LIFE with stakes and perils and consequences, where people actually get hurt… And she was one of them.

           No more games. No more fun. No more friends, or getting to feel the thrill of a new hyperfixation or game, no more exploration or new things. No sun on her face as she chills besides her best friends who made life worthwhile. All the big and small things, all of them, no more of it. So much left to do, and she never got a chance… So much unfinished or never even started to begin with, it’s regret at what could and should have been, mourning that.

           Marcy died, and she died thinking she brought this on herself. That all she did was make her friends hate her even more, that all of her efforts just worsened it all, and she should’ve just shut and accepted the cold hard reality. How nihilistic, cold, fatalistic, and outright cruel is that, this type of realization, for a kid to realize, and for that to be the ONLY thing she’s thinking of as she lets the pain flow through her and just… Gives up.

           Because she lost it all. The only two things keeping her alive, her only two friends… Gone; She worked so hard to not be alone, yet here she is. If all that effort can’t change reality, then… Why keep on going at that point? Marcy’s sorry, she really is… But what more point is there to living, now? Why try to keep living against his clearly mortal wound- The last time she struggled against the cold reality of things, it led to all this. So for once… Marcy is going to do the ‘right’ thing, and just give up, resign herself into despair, and let it take over… Just passively be swallowed into the cold, black void, because she doesn’t matter, never did, and never will. It was all a lie and a delusion and she was just another… Stupid… child.

           Marcy was too far in her delusions and need for a fantasy as her only way to cope… And now she’s gone too far to the other end, and lost any and all hope entirely, her dreams are shattered. Any belief in agency, in initiative, in things changing for the better. Because why believe when you can’t even think… Because who can hope when they’re nothing but dead? She died apologizing for who she is, for her life, for her existence, because she really was meaningless and stupid and unloved in the end, unimportant and disposable, and now she gets to see how expandable she is through her own death.

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My contribution to Huevocartoon’s art gallery :)

So proud and inspired to be surrounded by talented artists!

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Mi contribución a la galería de arte de Huevocartoon. Me inspira y me enorgullece estar rodeado por artistas de talento.

Some amphibia doodles