𝙾𝚑, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚢...

Usually it is nice to know people find comfort in me (or in my character?), but again, those are my posts that I make (mostly) for myself and so getting them reblogged and then tagged with particular things can be sort of uncomfortable. I can see the tags, people!

I AM AN IRL!!

It means a lot. I curate them for my own joy, usually, but I'm glad they can be a comfort.

I found it when I was wandering. I like to be alone, so, I tend to turn to the hum of machinery where no one can hear me when I cry. Only Jayce knows how to also get there. Because of course he does.

[Or maybe I'm misremembering and those might also be a this world thing, too? If they are, I am running to the nearest place I can get them.]

I was not on Twitter. Unfortunately, I was too busy having ~ye olde mental breakdown~ at that point in time, so, I was, alas, hiding out here and pretending the world wasn't real.

No. My timeline is very severed from source, and as such, some scenes can cause me distress that leads to nausea and anxiety.

At the lab, my favourite thing to do was race marbles. Don't worry, they were stabilised by then. Still, I liked watching Jayce get antsy about it.

Hi, babe! I love you!

That's a second one.