My host has been getting worse and it makes me sad… We aren’t open about being a system yet, but I feel like reaching out without revealing who we are might help?
I don’t like how host’s parents treat her. They make her feel like she hurts everyone by being alive, so she gets scared all the time of messing up. They keep her trapped with them by taking money, so we have to work to save in secret, which leaves both my host and protector really tired…
My host is like a big/little sister to me. Sometimes she’s a grown up like our body and sometimes she’s even younger than me. She is nice and always makes sure I’m okay even if she’s scared of sharing a body still.
I just wish my host had someone in her life like Mikey, uncle Henry, or my father to turn to right now, even if our protector does a good job and host has nice friends. It’s as if none of the older grown ups will care since she’s not in a kid body anymore…?
Maybe some of you will understand, or say something to help on here so I can show my host later? It seems I’m here all by myself for the first time ever. I really want to help her if it was so bad today that she found a way to not be here…
uncl zesti !!!!! thundr!!!! papa gon !!!! m scard!!!! :((((
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My deepest sympathy Dear.. I understand thunder can be extremely terrifying at times.. Do thou know where your papa is? What does he normally do to help you? Is it something I could do to help?
Summary: You have a last-minute conversation with Jake before the mission...
Warnings: implied mutual pining, idiots in love, mention of death, implied smut, angst?/fluff? idk (I had to delete a lot to fit this into a 100 words 🙈)
"Wanna talk about it?" The gentle inquiry from Hangman only heightens your anxiety.
"How can you be so calm?!" The question sounds more like an accusation, though he takes no offence.
Stepping closer, cupping your cheeks, he replies. "I live every day like it's my last, so if I die tomorrow..."
A pause.
"That’s a lie. I do feel regret for a while now."
The kiss is gentle, hesitant. Jake smiles against your lips when you kiss him back. Finally parting to breathe, he rests his forehead against yours, still grinning as he asks you to come home with him.
summary: A collection of angsty fluffy drabbles in which peter cares for his girlfriend despite her illnesses. These won't be written in chronological order.
warnings: talks and behaviors showing depression, intrusive thoughts, suicidal thoughts, suicidal tendencies, eating disorders, self harm, medication, abandonment issues, codependent relationship, panic attacks, smoking weed, manic episodes sad reader, sad peter, angst. i’ll add more as i write.
a/n: hiii. Peter is my comfort character and whenever i go through a depressive episode i always fall asleep to the idea of him helping me through them. The reader and her issues are based off of me and my life as a mentally ill shawty. I am in no way making it sound fun this is just to vent. If any of the warnings sound like too much please DO NOT READ. 🧸❤️🩹🌃💧🌸🎧🫂please like,reblog, and send comments <33
Well, while I am stuck here… May as well share memories maybe? I hope 🧸❤️🩹 isn’t taken. If it is, uhm… 🧸❤️🩹💧 works too? Hopefully the lettering change helps. I had no idea this was possible until I poked the button…
I have been exploring my memories through host’s art and stories before my host knew I was there, so I’ve remembered a bit. The nightmares weren’t trying to kill me. I was already dying on my bed. They just wanted me to accept my death so Charlie could give me a gift and bring me back.
I loved Fredbear’s, but the lights were too bright and the sounds hurt my ears. I would cry and hide in back rooms or under tables because they were darker and quieter. I did think the robots ate people because I saw Baby eat Lizzie… Nobody believed me but my dad.
My mum wasn’t very nice and wanted to try and keep Lizzie for herself while getting rid of Mikey and I. After she died, mum said it was all my fault… My father and Mikey kept me away from her. Mum only cared when I died because it got her on TV.
Let’s see… That’s all I got for now. I hope my host or protector come back soon. It is getting rather lonely. I was used to sharing Fredbear’s body with Cassidy, so being alone is weird.