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kawaiichibiart · 1 year

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More things that happen in my April Fools AU (aka NPC Units AU (yes some of these may be repeats but I don't caaaare and we do go into some heavy-ish stuff, but considering the AU and the actual canon, it's to be expected))

Gonna focus on the characters from the OG Units (L/n, MMJ, VBS, WxS, and 25ji) for this <3

While MORE MORE JUMP never forms, Minori and Haruka still end up getting close since Minori will often practice dancing with Haruka.

It takes a while, but eventually Haruka will publicly dance with Minori. You can often find them slow dancing in a park :)

Saki transfers to Kamiyama and is placed into Akito's homeroom.

Tsukasa has pretty much put stardom on the back burner. He's too busy taking care of not one, but three siblings (Saki, Toya, and now Emu). They're his priority right now.

Hinata began sleeping in Emu's room after she ranaway. She used to do it only a few times, but it wasn't until after her and her brothers semi reunion with Emu that she began to do it daily.

Hinata feels like she's failed as a sister after she, Shousuke, and Kaisuke were kicked out of the Tenma household by Tsukasa. Before they fully left, she was able to catch a glimpse into the house she had escorted out of via a window. It hurt to see her baby sister feel more at home with strangers, no, with her friends, than she did with her own family. She saw Tsukasa comfort her sister and they were eventually joined by two others. A boy and girl. How funny, Emu found two new brothers and a new sister. New siblings who would care for her. Hinata left before they could catch her looking on.

Emu does eventually accept the new Wonder Stage. She didn't want to, but after talking with her friends and with Sakurako, she decided to take back the stage that had been ripped away from her.

Toya has a room at the Tenma's, however it's not unexpected for him to sleep in Tsukasa's room. Sometimes he'll sleep in Saki's.

Honami wants to rekindle the friendship she had with Ichika, Saki, and Shiho. But it's hard.

Shizuku picks up boxing after she has an emotional and mental meltdown. The way her old idol group treated her, combined with: stress of keeping a fake persona, doing well in school, her work as a model, and who knows what else, it was shocking to those in the archery club when she just...broke one day. They wanted to help, but weren't sure how.

Mafuyu was the one in the end to help Shizuku. It was no surprise to her when she heard that Shizuku would not be returning to school for a while. She just hoped Shizuku was able to find help in a way she couldn't find it for herself.

Mafuyu finds comfort in Kanade petting her hair, moreso after Saki Tenma cleaned up the disaster of a haircut she gave herself. Maybe, just maybe, this is what people meant when they said some people felt safe.

The hair petting feeling nice and comforting was surprising because Mafuyu's mother also does it and when she does it, it makes Mafuyu feel uncomfortable, especially as she gets older. It was, okay (?) as a kid, but now? It doesn't feel....well...she's not sure what it felt like as a kid. So when Kanade began doing it, and it didn't fill Mafuyu up with dread, she can't help but wonder why.

Shiho joins Shizuku in boxing. She has a lot of pent up emotions she needs to let go. Coming home to her sister looking utterly defeated, the amount of other students pushing the blame onto her for any friendships of her failing, Saki and Ichika leaving Miya Girls for good, and feeling like her own dreams are so far out of reach was putting a toll on her.

Shiho spends more and more time with Shizuku. Even if they aren't doing anything, she has to be next to her sister. She often wonders if this is how Tsukasa feels whenever Saki has gone to hospital and returned home. Knowing their sisters are okay, but still needing that reassurance that they're still with them.

Ichika is taking classes online. While they don't have the same teacher, she does take classes from the online school Kanade attends.

Tsukasa caught Nene reading lines on the roof. She was practicing to help Rui with the shows he does on his own. Robo-Nene helps him and Nene's fine with staying hidden.

Nene thinks he's going to say something, but he doesn't. He just gives a quick apology and leaves. When she tells Rui, he tells her how it was known for Tsukasa to do a lot of acting in the school plays and how often other students saw him auditioning for shows outside of school. It was actually extremely surprising when the self-proclaimed "World Future Star" stopped.

Because they share the same homeroom, Nene asks Toya if he knows Tsukasa and if he could tell her why he stopped auditioning. Part of her wanted to know if they had similar experiences, wanting to perform but no longer being able to.

Toya knew Tsukasa had given up auditioning in order to care for him, Saki, and Emu, but he didn't know he stopped auditioning for the school's plays. It wasn't until Nene asked him about it that he became aware of it.

Saki begins wearing her hair in braids when she begins attending Kamiyama High School. She will wear her hair in pigtails once in a while, but she felt the change was necessary. She always wore pigtails, especially when she went out with her friends, but, well...

She likes Akito, much to his surprise. She'll often go to him if she needs help and can't find Tsukasa or Toya.

Toya thinks it's nice Akito is making more friends :) (Akito: We're not friends, she's like....like...I don't know, a....a fungus that won't go away Saki:.....am I a cute fungus? :) Akito: AAAH- SEE?! SHE WON'T LEAVE!!)

She won't ever tell him, but Ena is saving up to rent an apartment for herself and Akito. Once she's able to live on her own, she's taking her little brother and getting the fuck out of their father's home. And once they were gone, they would cut contact with him and never return. Never.

#project sekai #hatsune miku colorful stage #project sekai colorful stage #proseka #prosekai #colorful stage #tw: implied child neglect #tw: implied bullying #npc units au #proseka npc units au

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picavecalyx · 1 year

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@neovita asked:

' did you have a childhood, young one? did you play, like other children? or were you like me - did you even know what being a child was? ' (unprompted, im just thinking about them)

It was...a strange thing to ask for Silva, she had let out a soft laugh if only to put a hand at the back of her head and look away for a moment. A childhood, she definitely had a childhood...She was a child--she still is a child--and she did know how to play...There was a moment where she wasn't even sure what she should say. Sure, sure, this place was definitely out of reach of anyone she had to worry about...It had to be, the only reason she managed to slip in, was for an ability that she was still getting a hang of.

It couldn't be that damaging to get a little more in depth than she usually did, could it?

" ...i had a childhud!...i think! the beginning was weird, well nurmal fur me...but i knuw a lut uf peuple fund it strange ur wrung. i lived with pukemun fur the first few years uf my life!! it was gud!! but it was hard, it was a lut uf...survival, mure than enjuyment. definitely different than when i gut taken in--adupted. "

She paused, then crossed her arms and looked over to the side.

" even when i gut adupted uuhh...i'm nut sure that was nurmal either. the uther kids didn't really like me, i think. i always tried tu be friends, ur play, but peuple always gut hurt, ur ended up yelling at me. i never tuk it persunally thugh, must the time. "

Sometimes she would run back to the estate, cry a little--a lot--but in the end she always just pushed it away from her memory. It was easy to forget things like that. Most of the time, it was easy to forget anything like that.

" i spent mure time at hume ur with my père, ur with his friends...lihuhu~ i spent a lut uf time with his friends, in the labs. i dun't...i dun't knuw if that's nurmal. but i dun't really knuw what that really is!! it was my childhud, it was just different frum uther peuple's childhuds!! "

#ic ;; blue bird bloom #verse ;; pokemon ;; beyond destructing and falling petals #tw: implied bullying #neovita

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windslar · 2 months

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#the sims 4 #ts4 #ts4 legacy #tjolc #tjolc gen 2 #the joy of life challenge #the joy of life legacy #tw death #tw sui implied #cw sui mention #tw self harm #cw bullying #tw suicide mention #tw suicide ideation

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prettybabybaby · 1 year

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Bully!Eddie fucking you for the first time, in front of a guy he’d just beaten nearly to death, for daring to bully you as well. Only he gets to bully you. And when he saw this stupid jock, pulling on your hair like he does, and daring to yank at the shoulder off your blouse, Eddie saw red. This guy’s still spluttering up blood, the only reason you know he’s still alive, as tears cover your vision while Eddie slowly, but hard, fucks you. Telling you not to look at that asshole, ignore him, just look at Eddie. Don’t look at anyone else while he’s treating your pretty pussy to his nice cock. Introducing them when he’s been waiting patiently for so long. No one else gets to touch his little crybaby’s hair. No one else gets to make her cry. Gets to make her bruise. That’s his job. Isn’t it?

¡ 18+ only ! ¡ minors do not interact !

content: bully!eddie, fem!reader, blood, implied violence

¡ stranger things masterlist !

your back slides against the pavement with every harsh thrust, the grimace on your face shifting to an expression of pleasure, though guilt lingers in your eyes. eddie’s fingers are tangled in your hair, tugging gently.

your core aches but the groaning man beside you has your attention. you’re embarrassed, thankful for the way eddie holds your dress against your hips, concealing you from the man. your underwear is pushed to the side, a pull away from snapping.

his touch is gentle, tender. you’d be surprised if your mind wasn’t lingering elsewhere. the man looks terrible, crimson red splattered across his swollen face and torn clothing.

“don’t look at him,” eddie growls, a harsh pull snapping your head towards him. his face is painted a faint red, a darker hue in the shape of a hand marked his cheek. “he deserved it.”

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propertyofwhitney67 · 6 months

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More in depth of my dark Whitney imagine

Dark Content : a dead body, death, implied murder,

Fair warning, I don’t usually write in 3rd pov (if you could even call this that.) so it might be a rough read. Also, I cried while writing this.

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Whitney expected his slut to be waiting for him at the bus station when he got back, but they were nowhere to be found. He waited for a while but went home, tired of waiting for a stupid slut.

By the next day and they still hadn’t sought him out, he goes looking. He checked the orphanage first, finding their room taken by another orphan. He interrogated said orphan, who cried and directed him to Robin. Robin breaks down in tears, explaining they had been gone almost a year now.

Whitney didn’t want to believe it. ‘Maybe they just left town’, he kept telling himself as he sought out Kylar.

He found Kylar at his usual spot in the park, staring at his phone and looking at pictures of PC. “What the fuck did you do with them?”

Kylar just shakes his head and begins to cry, “I-I…I don’t know where they are.” He choked on a sob, “I looked everywhere, the last place I saw them was going into the brothel and I haven’t seen them since.” He fully breaks down into sobs.

Whitney sits beside him and puts his face in his hands, crying silently. If this freak didn’t have them or know where they were, things must be bad. They sit like that for a while before Whitney decides to leave. He fully breaks down once he gets home, crying into a stuffed animal PC got for him once.

The next day he wanderers, checking all the spots he knew they frequented. He ends up at the pub, wanting to drink away his sorrows, when Mickey approaches him. “You’re looking for PC, right? I knew them, we did work for each other.” Whitney grabs him by the collar and begins to threaten him, but Mickey interrupts. “Not like that. I know someone who can help find them.”

Mickey leads Whitney to Landry, who saddens at the mention of PC. “I’ve heard some things…things I don’t want to believe.” he takes a few moments, “I know someone who might be able to find them, it will cost you though.” Whitney tries to ask what they know, but they both refuse to answer.

Landry knows just about every secret in this town, and Mickey knows how to find things. Landry heard through the grapevine about what happened, and from some whispers at the bar. He asked Mickey if they could find anything, he does. It’s not good. Pictures and videos…

It costs him a pretty penny but he gets the information he wants, or at least a location. He finds himself in the moor and eventually at a large tree. He’s confused and looks around, trying to find any clue that PC was there or had been there.

He finds one of their shoes, the ones they always wore. Those stupid cheap tennis shoes that he always made fun of. He gets a sinking feeling and starts to frantically dig with his hands under the tree. He stops when he finds a hand, a hand wearing the rings they always wore. The ring he got them before he left. He keeps digging and eventually uncovers their body.

He wants to throw up, he wants to cry, and he wants to yell. It’s unfair! He was supposed to come back and get them out of this town. He was too late.

𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

#tw death #tw implied murder #dark content #dol #degrees of lewdity #dol whitney #whitney the bully #whitney dol #dol pc #dol fanfic #dark whitney #my writing

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aftgficrec · 8 months

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You’re so right, friend, it’s been far too long since we’ve recommended this fantastic fic! Thanks for submitting it. - S

We Used To Be Friends by gluupor [Rated M, 104576 words, complete, 2020]

Neil's life is thrown into disarray when his best friend is murdered. As he starts his senior year of high school, he finds himself on the outside looking in, a social pariah whose former friends are only too willing to bully and ostracize him. Working for his father, a private investigator, leads him to evidence that his friend's murder may not be as straightforward as it seems. Neil throws himself into the investigation, hoping that solving the case might help him regain some of what he lost.

tw: implied/referenced csa, tw: implied/referenced drug addiction, tw: non-consensual drug use, tw: involuntary outing, tw: classism, tw: racism, tw: bullying, tw: violence, tw: homophobia, tw: implied/referenced child abuse, tw: implied/referenced murder

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digenerate-trash · 5 months

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F!yan bailey vs F! Yan Whitney

(kinda bored maybe they can be fighting over who protects PC or something idk)

(You know those meetings that you're not invited to between Bailey and Whitney??)

AFAB Bailey | AFAB Whitney | GN PC

Whitney shoved you to the side when you reached Bailey's office. She had been so clingy all day. Made sure you had extra marks on you so no one could touch you.

Practacly dragged you home by the collar of your shirt but now she was frozen in front of the office door. Her breathing was slow and purposeful. Her face was in a stuck snarl. One that was usually aimed at people that pissed her off.

She played with the rings on her fingers for a moment before she adjusted them back to rest on her knuckles before shoving open the office door.

Bailey wasn't amused as you hid behind Whitney. Nails tapped on the desk as she looked over the pair of you. Why do you always bring trouble home with you?

Bailey is an intimidating woman. 6'2 standing wide set shoulders and nails and teeth that looked blunt but could be used to all so skillfully make you bleed until you cried. You knew that from experience...

Whitney covers you from view before slamming her hands on the desk. The rings make a God-awful noise as they clash against the wood.

"So you're "mommy"?" Her voice is cold as she looks over Bailey. Sizing her up.

Bailey frowns. Even she doesn't think of herself in the parental role. She knows what she is.

"You here for a reason kid?" She asks before she leans back in her chair. She looks over Whitney carefully before she shakes her head slightly.

"You bruised my property!" Whitney yells. She has no tact for these kinds of things. She grabs you by the shoulder and lifts your sleeve to show off a bruise from Bailey. She grabbed you too hard while.... she held you down.

"Your property?" Bailey muses. She looks over at you before tilting her head. She knows the hickeys and bruises she left between your thighs are much worse. She wonders why you're so eager to hide them from your overly protective "girlfriend" It causes her to smirk before she looks up at Whitney from her desk. "I don't see your name on them- plus. They live with me. It means that they're technically mine."

Whitney bubbles with anger and hisses at Bailey. "I'll buy them."

"You couldn't afford it," Bailey says it's something you've heard over and over. Bailey loves this phrase. You start to wonder who could afford you at this rate.

"What's the price?!" Whitney yells but Bailey seems to dismiss the question. Instead turning to face you. "Go back to your room. I'm going to talk to you once this is done."

You gulp a bit. It's better not to argue. It's better not to fight. Just keep your head down and follow her rules. And do whatever gross violent thing she was going to force you into...

This time Whitney doesn't stop you as you leave closing the door behind you. You press your ear up to the door and try and make out what's going on but all you can hear is Whitney yelling. It's incomprehensible and upsetting... you've never heard her upset...

You hurry to your room before one of the other orphans catches you. You hope tonight won't be too bad... but that's unlikely.

#the fucking next day whitney probobly shows up beatten to hell but still willing to drag you to the tattoo shop to put her name on you #bailey the caretaker #whitney the bully #femme #tw implied rape #tw implied abuse #yan dol #yandere #tw yandere #yandere tropes #x reader #gn reader

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zooweemama143 · 6 months

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misc greaser backstory headcanons because i'm bored and it's time for this fandom to hear my lukewarm hot takes <ब₍₍( ˃̗εू˂ )₎₎<ब

johnny and lola's fatal relationship flaws are learned from their respective sets of parents.

johnny grew up witnessing his parents' tumultuous marriage and often felt like he was walking on eggshells due to his father's possessiveness and short fuse. mrs. vincent stayed, no matter how much her husband's fits of rage scared her because she felt she had a duty to her family. her one silver lining was that at least he never laid a hand on her (no, he'd only punch the walls near her or throw dinnerware– that's not abuse, is it? was just one of the numerous feeble defenses johnny would hear from his mom.) (the one time she DID defend herself, the situation escalated and eventually landed both of johnny's parents in prison. because he was already 18 when this happened, social services did not get involved.)

lola's father cheated on her mom and as a result, she's never had any stable relationships beyond short-lived flings. ms. lombardi consequently passed her bitterness about the affair and the divorce onto her daughter; it didn't help that lola's father stopped giving a shit about her after he married his affair partner and started a family with her. witnessing her family breaking apart, her mother wrecking her life with numerous toxic flings, and the father she used to love so dearly doting on his son with his new wife had not only resulted in non-committal tendencies, but also a dislike of men that borders on misandry.

(on that, i feel like a case can be made that lola's a closeted lesbian with MAD comphet, but that's a story for another time.)

peanut's home life is nearly similar to johnny's, but what sets them apart is the fact that peanut's father– alongside his verbal abuse– outright beats him; that's where his intense napoleon complex stems from. initially, his mother was the victim of his father's rage, but the older peanut grew, the more he fought back for her. consequently, at some point, he essentially became his father's outlet for his rage. he hates losing fights, being made to feel small and weak, because, well– if he can't fight back, who'll be there to protect his mom?

norton's family is relatively more normal and maybe even more stable than the rest of his clique's, but they're– unsurprisingly– not without their own issues. i feel like most of the conflict within the williams' family stems from the clashing ideals between norton and his dad; norton's a guy who was radicalized at a young age (since he's quite well-read), and his father– a police officer– represents the authority and the system he hates so much. becoming a greaser was not only teenage rebellion, but also a way to show that he outright rejects what his father believes in; he resents him for being a sellout. officer williams is aware of this.

vance is the only son among a brood of daughters. the second eldest child, he shares a close bond with his younger sisters, but a hesitant, nearly strained relationship with his older sister. their father is absent, and their mother overworked, so both of them are parentified– even if ms. medici didn't intend for that to happen. vance's never been shy about his bisexuality, and the unorthodox way he expresses his masculinity is a source of contention for his sister. she resents how carefree he is, how arbitrary his priorities are (like his obsession with his appearance, his social standing amongst the greasers, and his various romances in bullworth). their father couldn't be the man of the house, and now vance can't even fill in that role if he tried.

as implied by some of his voicelines, hal's fatness is (not so) secretly a major source of insecurities for him. his mother truly tries to be as supportive as she can be, but his father– perhaps another alumni of bullworth, maybe even a former jock?– is especially harsh on him, his "tough love" bordering on outright verbal abuse. hal was initially sent to bullworth in order to "whip him into shape" (both figuratively and literally), and his dad hit the roof when he found out that hal decided to join the greasers instead of getting into something "worthwhile". he tries to be as confident as he's making himself seem, though his dad's comments about his body and his hobbies and his friends cut deep.

ricky was essentially raised by his older brother (a former greaser himself). their parents have never been in the picture, and they were initially raised by their hyperreligious, paranoid grandmother before ricky's brother had enough– he moved out at 18 and took ricky with him. he had to take numerous odd jobs just to support them, ultimately dropping out of his last year in bullworth and forgoing college in favor of working. despite their similar personalities and interests, this is why they often clash– ricky's brother had to sacrifice his schooling for him, and he wants nothing more than for ricky to be responsible and successful. to be the opposite of who he was.

on the other hand, lucky essentially raised his younger siblings (a sister and a brother). his mom walked out on his family when he was still a kid; consequently, his dad fell into a deep depression, was laid off from his job, and turned to alcohol and gambling. lucky had to step up to the plate and be the man of the house in his stead. he's not quite sure who he resents more: his mom, for walking out; his dad, for taking away his remaining childhood; or the system, for fucking them all up in the first place.

lefty is a latch-key kid. both of his parents may be present in his life, but it's as if they're not all that interested in their son– he doesn't quite know why, but there's the implication that he's an accident; one that forced them to have a shotgun marriage despite not being in love anymore. they provide the bare minimum for him, but not much beyond that; whether its gifts or affection. he'll claim he's given up on trying to win their love a long time ago, but he can't deny that with every new scar he earns, he wishes they'd notice. at least once. (with concern or anger, it doesn't matter anymore.)

#tldr the greasers are bonded not only by their mutual interests but also by their tumultuous home lives #i think thats part of why theyre so loyal to each other. the group isnt perfect dont get me wrong #but no one else understands them like they do for each other yknow?#though i think this blind loyalty also often alienates lola from the rest of them #like she understands them to a degree but shes all too aware the boys dont view her on an equal level with them #she's kind of a special case imo. she isnt as loyal to her group as the rest of them but she knows theyre all she has in bullworth #(thats a story for another time tho)#but sigh. i love her. sorry. my misunderstood pookie #anyways ill do the jocks soon 💪#tw abuse #tw implied homophobia/biphobia #long post #bully cce #bully scholarship edition #johnny vincent #lola lombardi #peanut romano #etc im not tagging all of them lmao

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writingattemptsxx · 2 months

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These words hurt.

Rumors swarm around NRC, but a lot of times they focus on a specific Moray eel. A Moray eel who wants it to stop. Floyd wants it to stop.

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This spawned from a headcanon I have and I had to just write it so I didn't lose it or the motivation to write.

I had to just get this out so I didn't have a beta reader, so forgive any typos and stuff.

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Songfic of Circus Hop by YonKaGor on Youtube. https://youtu.be/bjKLjGbL-W0?si=A1BLfTcFGZxdyZLT

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Tw: Mentions/Allusion to Suicide, Self Harm, Depression Spiral, Bullying, Self Destructive Behavior

If you are struggling with any of this, please get help. This is not something you need to go through alone.

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It's a comical yet devastating universe

But it's still the kind of universe that I deserve

The lipstick on my face has bled into my skin

It should show a grin

A smile. That’s what he’s known for. That smile turned from a stupid little form of appreciation for what he loved to an excuse to label him a monster.

Who was he kidding, he might as well be. Floyd was huge. He had sharp fangs and claws. He had the strength to overpower most normal people. He was manipulative. He was terrifying. He was a monster just like all the rumors said. Just give them their smile and have them running off spreading more.

Up from the sky, I won't want you to cry

So here's an act for everyone to sneer at

“Goldfishie!!!” Riddle was doing nothing but running from Floyd by now. The little redhead was interesting, that’s not possible to deny. The only issue is Floyd knew better. He is the type to generally pester people he wants to get to know, but just simple pestering won’t do anything. Riddle was powerful. He couldn’t be afraid of power and needed to show that.

His job was protection. Azul’s protection to be specific. Not too many genuinely knew that. What people did know, or think they knew, was Floyd finding Azul interesting. It was true, yes, but another thing they skipped is why he was interesting.

He was one of the first genuine forms of kindness Floyd knew beyond his parents and brother. Azul was skeptical at first, sure, but he had reason to be. No one paid attention to the “ugly” little octopus. They paid less attention when he was violently bullied. The twins gave him just some time of their day and fought off those idiots who were intent on making Azul’s day a living hell.

No one saw how his eyes lit up when someone gave him basic decency. No one saw how he gave that ounce of kindness back more than a thousand times over. No one saw his mind constantly whirling and creating hundreds and thousands of ideas that Floyd couldn't help but finally feel some ounce of hope for his future. A future where Azul would no longer be a “pushover crybaby”, and he put it and Floyd would no longer be a feared monster.

To get that, Floyd had to do whatever he could. Even this act. This act that he didn't fear for his life around power. This act that he wanted to hurt others. This act that these words didn't hurt. The act that he isn't just some scared and cowardly Moray wanting a hug.

So, sing along, it's such a silly song

The cackling carousel, it spins and never stops

The acrobat who's waiting at the top

Should do a Circus Hop

People are getting bold nowadays. Coming into Monstro Lounge and actively spreading rumors like their own waiter couldn't hear them.

“I hear he maimed someone.”

“Yah? Well, I heard he gets covered in blood almost every day.”

“Two starter salads, right here.” Honestly. Are they idiots? Spreading rumors like this in their supposed threat’s domain? Just dropping the salads off and then coming back a few minutes later only reveals them back at it. It's not like this is new. Just a few more rumors to add to the many that are constantly circling. Why was he even here anymore?

I shall now accept the fact that I'm a failure (You're a failure)

'Cause I'm still afraid the future might be scarier (It is scarier)

I'll slip while having fun and cut off my own tongue

They'll think I was dumb

Every once and a while, Floyd's mind starts to wander. Who is he kidding? That's his basic state. Azul’s promised future seemed to be turning out now, but what if something happens? What if this happens? What if that happens? Professor Trien’s getting up now? Oh yeah. There was a test wasn't there? The test’s topic was actually kind of interesting. Interesting enough for Floyd to actually spend some time reading the textbook. It was a test of the change in mer and human cultures once they started connecting.

All of this was nice until the test sheet hit down on his desk and reality gave him a nice slap to the face. Who was he kidding? He wasn't the smart one. That was, and will always be, Jade. Floyd knew none of these questions. Absolutely nothing on this sheet felt like something he'd seen before.

“And start.”

Start!? Start how? Start where? Ugh. What's the point? Why not just do his typical? Randomly bubbling different answers. At least now people will think he was just uninterested. If he actually tried and failed, people would know he was stupid, not aloof. That, if anything, was probably the scariest thing. He's gotten used to how things are now. They don't have to change.

Up from the sky, I won't want you to cry

So here's an act for everyone to sneer at

That was terrifying. An overblot. Not just any overblot. Azul’s overblot. Floyd’s best friend. The one who gave him kindness. The one who gave him hope. That Azul.

Azul was now on bed rest. Jade and Floyd were trying to take care of him despite his stubborn efforts to return to normal before his body was ready. At this point, Floyd wanted to tuck in the sheets so much that Azul couldn't get up, but luckily he couldn't do that to his dearest friend. He especially couldn't do it now that he was finally asleep.

“Floyd…” All he had to do was turn around and he could see Jade’s eyebags. It has been Jade’s job to go around and get and prepare things while Floyd was by Azul’s side taking direct care of him. Time to switch, he guesses.

“Oh, uh, yeah. Got it.”

“Also… Go to Monstro Lounge and get that tea Azul likes. I want it to be here for when he's awake.”

“On it.” With that, he was out of the room, and on his way to the lounge. It only took halfway to start hearing rumors. People just couldn't shut up, could they? What worse? It was about Azul. Did nobody have decency?

“I heard his breakdown was because his contracts were shattered.”

“I heard I started he started forcefully taking powers with a single touch!”

“All that from broken contracts? What a crybaby.”

“Oooo. Careful his guard dogs might hear you. Ooooo.”

Then they laughed. They laughed. WHO do they think they are? Because Floyd knows who they are horrible people. Luckily he knew what to do to at least shut them up.

“Hey… now what was that?” He turned the corner. The idiots froze. Stock-still. “What you can't talk now? Say what. Leave now. Don't let me see you again, and I'll be merciful.” That's all it took. They bolted. People suck.

Floyd just backed up to a wall and then slid down. This was dumb. His words were dumb. The bullies were dumb. Overblots were dumb. These tears were dumb. This constant stress is dumb. Everything was just dumb. Can't he just pause time when he and his loved ones are happy? Never mind just let those bullies run off. Let them spread increasingly horrible rumors about what he just did. None of this feels real anyway.

So, sing along, it's such a silly song

The cackling carousel, it spins and never stops

The acrobat who's waiting at the top

Should do a Circus Hop

“Hey hey! Sup?” At his voice, his classmates flinched. What? Was a simple hi dangerous now?

“Hiiii Floydddd.” They dragged out the sounds. It sounded grating. They weren't happy to see him, were they? Floyd may be dumb but he's not incapable of picking up things. Especially not if they are constantly repeated. It doesn't matter. Just keep up that dumb smile.

“Sooooo… Whatcha doing?”

“Oh! Uh… Nothing! Just packing up to return to my dorm. You know how it is… Bye!” And with that, they were off. Couldn't stand another second in his presence, could ya? What's the point of trying to make another friend again?

Trying to walk somewhere was easy enough. People shuffled out of Floyd’s way the second he was noticed. Though it felt like the worst thing possible. The stares. The stares made it horrible. Every word was laced in their glares. Violent. Scary. Malicious. Brute. Every name in the book.

Floyd shoved his books into his bag and slung it over his shoulder. What's the point anymore? What's the point of doing anything?

I've said goodbye, I don't want you to cry

So have a laugh with everyone but me.

Watching Azul and Jade work sometimes felt like something else. Two great minds competing yet working together at the same time. They were both at Azul’s desk working on the ledger or something while Floyd lies down on the sofa across from them.

Things don't even feel real anymore. Like he was watching a show. He slowly reached a shakey hand to his brother and friend. Then he realized what he was doing and snapped it back to his body before either could notice. They were doing something. He would be a bother. He just turns to lie with his back facing them.

So, sing along, it's such a silly song

The cackling carousel, it spins and never stops

The acrobat who fell down from the top

They did a little drop

So, sing along, it's such a silly song

He just sitting in his bed on the verge of tears. Both hands were on his head and had a death grip on his hair. It's dumb. It's ridiculous. It's lazy. It's... It's... Ugh! Floyd’s mind is circling. Every word said about him while they didn't know he was listening was clouding his head. It was a storm cloud that won't go away.

Just stop it! Just stop it! He let one of his hands off his head only to hammer it back down, the palm striking his temple. Over and over. He wanted the thoughts gone. Why wouldn't they go? Tears finally started falling. He can't stop anything anymore. Not his thoughts. Not his tears. Not the rumors. Not anything.

His hand slowed to a stop and went back to its original space. Both hands finally lost their grip as Floyd lost his grip on his emotion. He continues to just sit there as he sobs.

The cackling carousel, it spins and never stops

The acrobat who's waiting at the top

Should do a circus hop

The knocks were getting annoying. Floyd had been hauled up in his room for a few days now, and Jade and Azul definitely noticed. It only took the second day for them to start their incessant knocking.

Through the door, they begged and pleaded for him to talk to them. Each time he just told them to buzz off. Can't they just let him be? The only thing Floyd can thank them for is them bringing him meals. They just knock, tell him there's food, and leave. The only thing was once he brought it in, he couldn't bring himself to eat it. The tray of food just sits there until his body’s instincts take over and he shoves every ounce of food in his mouth.

A knock brought Floyd out of his head. “Floyd… brother… please… I just want to make sure you are ok.” Jade sounded desperate. Why? He can't understand. Doesn't he at least have something to do for the lounge?

Without his say, his arm went up. Reaching to the door. His brother sounded sad. Really sad. He was about to get up when he snapped out of it. He pulled his hand back.

…

“Go away.”

For anyone worried this is in no way a call for help, I promise I'm fine.

However, to those struggling with any of this right now, please reach out to someone who's capable of helping. You don't need to go through this alone.

#writing blog #writing #twisted wonderland #finished #angst #heavy angst #twst floyd #songfic #tw sui implied #tw depression #tw bullying #tw self destructive behavior #tw self harn

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doombum · 5 months

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I once again made Evan suffer for the #CC weekend bash. I was planning on doing fluffy stuff but the angst just keeps inviting itself to the party apparently.

@and-stir-the-stars

Sunday 7th: Trust / Betrayal / Trapped

Trigger warning: Panic attacks, Claustrophobia, Nyctophobia, Implied child death, Blood mention

Evan woke up to the sound of laughter resonating around the corridor and he immediately clutched Fredbear close to his chest at the unexpected darkness he was met with. He whimpered into the plush’s soft fur as he struggled to find the switch of his bedside lamp, turning it on as quickly as he could and letting out a sigh of relief as his room was illuminated.

He looked around and immediately noticed that his curtains had been drawn close at some point during the night, most probably by his dad - he had made a habit of doing so since finding out Evan was scared of the dark, telling him that he needed to grow out of his childish fears.

Going up to open them back up and letting the sunlight of the early morning enter his room, he also realised that his door was shut. He gripped Fredbear even tighter at the sight as he tried to calm himself.

He shakily walked towards the door, feeling tears already forming in the corner of his eyes as it started to become harder to breathe. It felt like the room was closing in on him and he needed to leave as quickly as possible before it crushed him.

Making his way there, he stumbled over his toys, scattered around the room, almost falling several times as he became more and more desperate to open the door. He grabbed the handle with sweaty hands, struggling to get a good hold on it before he pulled it down, frowning when it didn't do anything.

He tried again, and again, and again, growing more and more frantic as the door wouldn't budge.

A whimper left his throat and he turned around, eyes darting around his room to try to find another exit. He fell back against the door, clutching at his shirt in an attempt to calm his raging heartbeat as he realised his window was out of the question - his dad still needed to fix the broken latch - and there was no other way out.

“No, no, no !” He muttered to himself, dropping onto his knees and rocking back and forth. “Please, let me out !”

Gripping tightly at Fredbear, he shut his eyes closed to avoid looking at the suffocating room that was getting smaller and smaller. It was going to crush him.

He hadn't even realised he had started yelling pleas to be let out until he heard Mike on the other side of the door, fumbling with the handle and yelling back for him to calm down.

At the sound, Evan hurriedly turned around, still on his knees, hitting and scratching at the door desperately until his hands started to bleed. He only stopped when the door finally opened and he could breathe again.

He wasted no time pulling himself forward and into the corridor, desperately needing to get away from his room. As a result, he launched himself right into Mike's legs as his brother stood just outside the door with his hand still on the handle.

“Shit !” Instead of pushing him off, like Evan had expected him to, Michael kneeled down and pulled him into his chest, hugging him tightly. “I’m… sorry.”

Evan’s eyes widened at the hesitant words, his brother never having apologised to him before, but his surprise quickly gave way to a sense of betrayal as he took in the words.

“You locked me in there ?” He could hear his voice wavering at the thought, the tears that had started to stop starting to flood down again.

“It was just a prank !” Mike pulled away, crossing his arm and taking a defensive tone. Evan looked down at the ground, having a hard time understanding how his own brother could do that to him. “You weren’t supposed to freak out like that !”

“I couldn’t get out…” He said between sobs, his mind still trying to process what had happened. “I- I-”

Mike started to rub his back awkwardly and Evan cried even harder at the comforting motion. “Hey, hey, it’s okay. It’s gonna be okay.” After a moment, his brother tried to pull him away. A bit of struggle later, Evan was held at arm's length, trying to avoid his brother's gaze. “I won’t do that again.”

At that, he looked up at his brother's face, taking note of how serious and openly worried he looked. “You promise ?”

Mike hunched a bit at that, and looked away for a moment before he exhaled and nodded. “Yeah, I promise.”

Evan smiled shyly, still a bit wary of the older’s words. To reassure himself, he held out his pinky for Mike to seal his promise. His brother huffed and rolled his eyes but linked his own pinky anyway before ruffling his hair and pulling him back up on his feet. “Now, come on. Let's get you cleaned up.”

Evan giggled at the motion and followed Mike down the corridor, hoping he could actually trust him to respect his promise and never lock him somewhere ever again.

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Evan woke up to complete silence and darkness filling his vision. Terrified out of his mind, he tried to search for his beloved plush, wanting to feel the comfort it always brought him, but found his body completely unresponsive. Panic rose in his chest as he tried to blink to clear his vision but nothing happened.

What was happening? Why was it so dark ? Where was he ?

He tried voicing his questions, calling for help, desperate for someone, anyone, to hear him. But nothing came out other than a static sound that made him wince and want to curl in on himself.

He didn't understand. Why couldn't he speak ? Why couldn't he move ? What was happening to him ?

He struggled to remember, his mind racing through his panic and getting glimpses of balloons, cake and blood. So much blood. Why was there so much blood ?

He had been crying, pleading to be let go - he could remember that. But they wouldn't leave him alone. They had dragged him. Who were they ? He couldn't remember.

He tried to think, tried to see it, but the only thing coming up was the image of his father's terrifying animatronics. Surrounding him. Dragging him. Laughing while he was screaming.

Thinking harder, desperate for answers, he realised he knew those. They weren't animatronics. They were Michael's friends and their scary masks. Tormenting him.

Was it… Was it Mike ? Did Mike put him here ? Did he lock him here ? He said he wouldn't do it again. He promised him. Evan had trusted him.

Why would he do that ? Did he do something wrong ?

Please. Mike. I'm scared. Please, help me. I didn't mean to, whatever it was I did, I didn't mean to ! Please, let me out !

He tried to move again, but the most he achieved was to produce a weird creaking sound. He felt so heavy, like he was buried under a mountain of metal.

The darkness was becoming more and more oppressive the longer he stared into it, and it seemed to have swallowed him entirely. He almost wished he could just close his eyes and never wake up again.

Despair gripped at him as he realised he had no way out this time. No-one was around - the silence so overbearing - and even if there was someone, he couldn't move or speak to tell them he was there.

But Mike had to know he was here, right ? If he was the one who locked him here. He would come back for him. He would open the door and let him out. Like he did back in his bedroom. He wouldn't just leave him there. Would he ?

How long had he been here ? It felt like minutes. It felt like years. Was Mike trying to save him ? Had he forgotten about him ?

Maybe it wasn't him ? But then he wouldn't know where he was. Who he is. He wouldn't come for him. He wouldn't know it's him that's stuck here.

In a small, terrified final attempt to reach out for help, he whispered again into the void, hoping one day, someone will come and save him: “It's me.”

#cc weekend bash #cc afton #evan afton #tw panic attack #implied death #blood mention #claustrophobia #nyctophobia #bullying #michael afton #angst

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puppypawprintce · 3 months

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Severus refusing to go to madam pomfrey because he's tired of showing up covered in bruises. it's embarrassing for him and at some point he just starts saying it doesn't even hurt. "It's nothing."

whether it's true or not can't be placed.

lily's worried though. and they sit in silence at lunch that day. sev finishes nothing on his plate except the yorkshire pudding and goes to put his head down.

"You can't ignore it.. Sev.."

"I'm not going, so just let me sleep."

and it's not a perfect solution, far from it. but — rest heals all. he'll sleep.

and lily can't argue. she'll try again in an hour.

#severus snape #hp fandom #slightly afraid of leaning too headcanony but then again i can do anything i want #im simply scared of reducing characters when it isn't my intention #tw bullying #implied

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jewbeloved · 6 months

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Trigger warning: $uicidal thoughts, bullying mentioned, ableism, a ltitle swearing.

If you aren't interested in reading vents and only read it for the giggles, then please scroll away.

Sign...where do I even begin? I'm just sick and tired of always telling myself everything is going to be alright. If I'm being honest, social media and the Internet is probably what's keeping me alive. I always use it to cope and disconnect myself from the shit that's around me. I feel like my mental health isn't getting better at all, instead it's just getting worse. Often I keep having thoughts in my head that nobody even cares about me and I start to wonder if that is actually true.

I have been dealing with family issues and bullying for years now....No I am not being @bu$ed or anything. But compared to other people and my family, I feel they just don't understand me. I have severe trust issues that I can't even talk to anybody about my problems anymore. Not even adults. Talking to my guidance counselor made me realize that.

Imagine giggling and making faces while someone is venting or talking about their problems. My family gives me the impression that they would probably do what my guidance counselor did but in a more different way..I feel like my feelings and problems are just a joke to everyone and they also use it to lecture me for no reason.

I used to be really outgoing and energetic and I loved talking to people. But now, I'm just a shut-in quiet kid. I don't feel like myself at all anymore. Family issues, ableism, and judgment got to me. I just couldn't handle it anymore.

Now that I am all quiet and stuff, nobody wants to judge me or pick on me. I'm honestly still surprised I am even alive at this point given how an obnoxious kid back in middle school told me to drink BLEACH. Damn, I have already been given a d€ath threat for the first time in my life before I even reached high school.

Ugh. I really like spending time on social media because it helps distract me from the pain I have experienced outside of it. Making posts, fanfics, art, playing games, watching videos. All of that stuff makes me happy...but someday I feared that it won't be enough to stop me from pushing myself to the edge and offing myself.

Even if someone wanted to be my friend, I feel like they wouldn't last long and just get bored of me because most of the people I talk to have no clue what the stuff I am interested in are, I would just feel like I'm talking to a brick wall.

My family is homophobic and they probably wouldn't accept me if they found out I was Asexual or just a part of the LGBTQ community in general. I am a biological sex female at birth, but I want to identify as a non-binary person as my gender. Which is something I would never speak about with my parents since they love to chat about anything they hear to everyone and I don't want that.

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I'm terribly sorry that this vent long guys, I have so many things going on in my life which impacts on how long it takes me to post anything here. I don't know what else to say so I will end it here, I hope you all have a wonderful night.. (I'm writing this at 4:13 am in the middle of the night).

#south park #south park x reader #vent #vent post #tw sui implied #bullying mention #family issues #ableism #hiatus #southpark blog

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picavecalyx · 1 year

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The fact that those around the estate fully believed that Silva wasn't even a child, but an estranged wild pokemon that Lysandre had taken in thanks to how she...Basically acted like one.

#study ;; beneath a piteous smile #verse ;; flare ;; unbenounced and experimental #add to the list of how often silva's been called a freak; a monster; a pokemon; or anything similar to the matter #tw: implied bullying

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crumbleclub · 1 year

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Masked Bully Gang Headcanon Stuff

Idk, I wanted to talk abt them lol

Freddy Mask:

I subscribe to the belief that this is Jeremy, the main reason being that he's one of few characters known to be alive (survived the frontal lobectomy and all), which matched the Fredbear mask sprite not having posession eyes, and that it wouldn't be a stretch for him to have known Michael (were coworkers later on)

So this also functions as Jeremy headcanons, just mostly prior to and immediately after the Bite

Anyway, very expressive kid. Generally pretty happy but it's easy to tell what he's feeling either way. Heart on his sleeve type

Extremely casual, not super interested in following any kind of formality. Gets away with it because he's a total sunshine and people find it charming

His relaxed behavior sometimes makes others assume he's lazy or incompetent, but that could literally not be less true

Jeremy is extremely well organized and efficient

He can be very goal-driven as well. Excellent multitasker.

All that aside, he's not the type to overwork himself for no reason. He prioritizes his friends and his own wellbeing over achievements unless there's something very important at stake

Bounced around a lot growing up due to his family situation. He has a single parent who's having trouble getting by; he's been in cheap apartments, homeless shelters, foster care, living out of his family's car, etc. Things start to get better financially as he gets older

His family is generally good to him but they don't have adequate resources. That being said he's been around foster parents and other adults who are really shitty at varying times as well

Spends a lot of time outside and doing structured activities just to have a place to go

Boy Scouts, school sports, babysitting, youth groups for churches his family doesn't even go to, he just has to be doing something

Probably becomes an Eagle Scout at some point actually. He's ridiculously competent

His biggest flaw is being unusually vulnerable to peer pressure

Probably had the most guilt of the three after the Bite

Tried to make up for it as much as possible by going out of his way to take as many opposite actions as possible. Getting involved with fundraising for children's hospitals, anti bullying stuff, etc

His response at the initial event was a complete freeze. He and Mike were the only two who didn't run, but neither were much help in getting Evan back down

Jeremy just kind of... stood there. He doesn't remember it.

Eventually jumped at the opportunity to be a night guard in hopes that it might help Evan and the other kids

Mike's most consistent friend through the years

Also the same age as Mike, they're probably 2 months apart or something like that. 13 when the Bite happens

Chica Mask:

I feel very strongly that Chica mask has a bowl cut.

Using he/him pronouns for him in this bc that's what he used his whole life but I do wonder if he'd end up identifying differently had he lived longer

From a big family, middle child but has mostly younger siblings still at home

And when I say big family I mean 10+ siblings. I would not object to it being closer to 20.

They struggle to make ends meet but not to the extent Jeremy's family does

Totally starved for attention

His parents love their kids, they just have way more responsibility than they could feasibly handle well + end up neglecting their kids out of a lack of parenting skill

They also don't really delegate responsibilities so nobody's really sure who's watching the younger kids at a given time

Nobody notices in all the noise when Chica kid leaves to go with his friends or comes back or gets into trouble etc

He's also not been taught some basic social stuff bc nobody had time for him. He doesn't understand boundaries at all bc he's used to a chaotic full house with little siblings climbing all over him and having to shout to get any attention etc etc

Probably the angriest of the three

He's a little younger than the others, 12 when the Bite happens. He's also small for his age and makes up for it by being Really Loud

Chihuahua energy

Probably the most likely to get into trouble even without his friends around (Mike is similar, but the other two aren't)

Ran when the Bite first happened. Terrified. The guilt never quite got to him because he couldn't get past the initial shock of what happened

He was scared, and angry, and confused. He hadn't expected it to happen; he was just lashing out blindly like a dumb kid.

The only one who didn't go to Evan's funeral

He reached out for help about a thousand times in a thousand ways but nobody ever did anything. His family didn't seem to realize anything had even happened no matter how loud he screamed for help or how badly he acted out

I don't know how he died yet. From the town's perspective, he wandered off one day and just disappeared

Idk if he got into substance use really early or if he did something self destructive on purpose or if he was just stressed and took too many risks goofing off somewhere dangerous or what, but I think whatever killed him in the end was how the Bite affected him, rather than William or anything like that

Bonnie Mask:

Probably the most well-adjusted, honestly

Quiet kid, smart

A little older than Mike, 14 when the Bite happens

Has a single dad; his mom died recently of an illness

Family does okay in terms of money; they're not rich but not struggling either

If he has any siblings I feel like they're far apart in age and not that close

He and Mike play baseball together or something. He's really into it but his skill level is pretty normal. Might be more into stats or trading cards than actually playing

Probably views his life in baseball movie format actually

Quick learner, more into the language side of things than like math tho

Probably learns foreign languages as a hobby but has awful pronunciation bc it's all from books

Another one who isn't likely to be cruel on his own, but he doesn't exactly feel that bad about it until the Bite, either

He honestly just. Never considered the consequences of his own actions?

Very out of sight out of mind type of kid. When he no longer sees someone crying, he figures they must have stopped. The upset he causes others stops when he stops looking at them from his perspective

Had trouble making friends so he just went along with whatever the few he did have did and didn't think about it much

The Bite was a very harsh awakening for him

He ran. Completely panicked.

In the most normal turn of events, he told his dad and went to therapy about it and stuff

Developed a fear of blood over it. Never went back to Fredbear's.

Probably visited Evan's grave more regularly than any of the others

Shut down to some extent afterward. Kind of stopped having friends at all

William killed him in the end. I'm not sure whether it had anything to do with Evan or not, but he was lured and killed much like the MCI kids

Despite being in his teens at the time, Bonnie kid had never had a lot of reasons to be wary of strangers. The adults in his life were kind to him, and he trusted William's intentions until it was too late

#fnaf #mike's actual writing #masked bully gang #masked bullies #michael afton #jeremy fitzgerald #freddy mask #bonnie mask #chica mask #cw neglect #cw abuse #child death mention #cw sui mention #sh implied #cw substance use #im shit at cws and tws but i tried

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peppermintmochafem · 4 months

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Want to kick and slap and whatever but above all else just want someone crying for me

#tw: implied violence #i think if i bullied someone to tears & told them how pretty they are when they cry it would cure me #Crying #Idk I have cried like every day this week and no one has cried for me once which feels so unfair and femmephobic!!!!

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propertyofwhitney67 · 7 months

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House Party

Whitney the Bully x Reader

Words: 828

Warnings: Implied past sexual assault

Note: I’ve been wanting to write something like this for a while, it’s been stuck in my head more lately and my maladaptive daydreaming of characters comforting me hasn’t been enough. It was years ago but every once in a while the thoughts just don’t go away.

The music was muffled through the wall of one of the many bedrooms at this house party. I don’t know whose house it is, Whitney dragged me along with his gang of friends to it. With a bit of drink in me I let Whitney drag me upstairs where we are now.

He picked me up and sat me on his lap and started to kiss me hungrily, I kissed him back just as eagerly. He began to grope my chest while I ran my hands through his hair. The door swung open and without missing a beat Whitney yelled, “Fuck off!” and started to kiss me again. I heard mumbling then the door close. I laughed into the kiss, letting him slip his tongue into my mouth.

Before I knew it I was basically naked and he was on top of me. He broke the kiss, took off his shirt and went to undo his belt. The clanking sound of the metal sent me into a panic. I tried to get out from under him and in my panic I pushed him hard back onto the bed.

I jumped off and ran into the adjoining bathroom, closing the door and locking it. I held my knees to my chest and tried to calm myself. Breathe in and out. In and out. A bang on the door caused me to jump, “What the fuck slut?” He sounded angry with a hint of something else I couldn't place in my terrified state.

“Go away…please just go away…” I mumbled while hugging myself on the cold floor. I don’t want to, please don’t.

Everything came back from that night. The drinking, the smoking, the smell of his detergent, and the godawful sound of his belt. How naive I was. He acted so nice, I should have known it was a ruse. I was just a new toy for him to play with, to damage.

I heard a thump on the other side of the door as Whitney sat down and leaned against it, “...What happened?” I didn't answer, only letting out a few sobs. He sighed, “I won't hurt you. I’m not that kind of piece of shit Y/n.” He used to be, but not anymore. He had truly grown to care for you, he just didn’t show it very well.

I spoke incoherently through my sobbing, “I’m-I’m…I-I…” I tried to regulate my breathing again to no avail.

“Can I come in?” He asked in a surprisingly soft voice. I shook as I stood up and unlocked the door. I quickly went to the other side of the bathroom and sat on the edge of the tub.

He opened the door slowly and made his way to me but stopped short, not wanting to scare me more. He threw his shirt at me and gestured for me to put it on. I didn’t say anything and did as he wanted. He was silent, trying to think of something to comfort me, “Do you want to talk about it?” I shook my head furiously. “Ok…do you want to go back into the room?” I thought it over and nodded. He held out his hand and helped me up then led me back into the room.

I suddenly felt embarrassed and put my head in my hands. I can’t believe I let myself panic like that. Whitney would never do that to me, “I’m sorry…”

“Don’t apologize, just tell me who I have to kill for touching you.”

I shook my head, not wanting to say his name. It was so long ago at this point, but the name still instilled fear in me. “Doesn’t matter, he graduated a few years ago. I’m sure he’s left town by now.”

He patted the bed beside him and without thinking I sat beside him. He put his arm around me in an attempt to comfort me, “Sick fucks like that don’t leave this town, they thrive here.” I sniffled and leaned into him but he pulled away and held my hands up to my ears. I looked at him in confusion, “Just do it.” I nodded and covered my ears.

He stood up and took off his belt and threw it to the other side of the room. I uncovered my ears as he laid on the bed and patted beside him again. I crawled up to him and rested my head on his chest as he held me close. “I’m sorry I ruined the moment…” I mumbled after a while. I already apologized, but I still felt bad about it.

“I can fuck you another night slut. Just want you to be ok.” He said quietly while petting my hair. I smiled and looked up at him, he leaned in and kissed me. It was short but filled with emotion. “Rest, I’ll stay up.” I smiled at him again and laid back down on his chest and fell into a peaceful sleep.

𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

#tw implied past sa #tw implied sa #dol #dol fanfic #dol x reader #degrees of lewdity #dol whitney #whitney the bully #whitney x reader #whitney degrees of lewdity #degrees of lewdity whitney #dol whitney x reader #whitney the bully x reader #whitney dol #my writing

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