SCM - Department Of Wishes

SCM - Department of Wishes

Karno ♋ - Where are you? ❄

A/N: Please excuse the grammatical errors and spelling mistakes. I do not know, why i have written this and for whom.

She was sitting in front of the computer screen. Her mind was filled with a web of emotions. A dull ache filling her heart. All the pain, all the tears have been useless. She has been useless. Wasting her time on something which didn't interest her.

Her father was sitting next to her. His lips pressed tightly together. His eyebrows furrowed. He kept staring at the screen as if that will change the numbers. Somehow that will change the E grade to a D or perhaps in his mind he wanted an A.

He glared at her; his glasses making his eyes look angrier. Nobody spoke a word for a few minutes. She knew what was coming; she braced herself.

" I never thought, your marks would be so poor, ( NAME)." the anger evident in his voice. For a moment it felt like he was about to say something else but he stopped. Her mother called her. " How much marks did you get?" she asked as gently as she could. " I failed in one subject. I need to retake that subject." she couldn't look her in the eyes; her head hanging low.

Her mother sighed, " When is that exam taking place?"

" I don't know i will ask Mr. ( teacher's name ). " she replied.

Her father was still gazing at the screen, his eyes focused on that E grade. His hands clenched in a fist.

She called her teacher on the phone and informed him about the whole situation. He sounded like he was in pain. " ( Name ), i am sorry this has happened. Don't worry, you will do better in the upcoming exam. "

" Sir, is everything alright? " she asked.

He was a silent for a few seconds. " Today is probably one of the worst days of my life. My wife was on her way to work. She suddenly collapsed; one of her co-workers had admitted her to the hospital. They are saying it seemed like she had a stroke. I still haven't seen her yet." he said.

The tears which she held back suddenly overflowed, her voice started to crack. " I am sorry sir. Please take care of her. I will call you later. " saying that, she quickly ended the phone call.

She looked at the clock which showed 6 pm. The sun was setting. Her father was sitting beside her mother. He was speaking loudly, he was telling her, "These are the moments where i wish she wasn't born. She is useless. PATHETIC!"

Her mother was looking at her hands on her lap. She didn't reply.

Her teacher called her father on the phone. She could hear him say things like, " I am sure she is doing this deliberately. Failing because she wants to fail. I am not going to spend any more money on her education, anymore. " saying that he ended the phone call and slammed the phone on the table.

"(Name), come here! " he said.

She quickly closed her books and went there. He scolded her. The ache in her chest gaining momentum. Her mother gestured her to go and study.

She started studying, while tears were flowing down her face, wetting her clothes. Perhaps she has never felt this kind of fear before. The uncertainty brought more tears to her eyes. Some tear drops rolled on to her lips.

The night falls, she is studying, dried tear stains on her face, puffy eyes, her hands shaking, her voice cracks every now and then. Her parents are watching TV in the other room. She was trying her best to ignore his words. Trying so hard to stay composed.

They ate dinner in silence.

She went to her room. The window was open. However, Karno made the decision to knock, making her aware of his presence. She embraced him as soon as he entered her room. His soft sandalwood scent calmed her a bit. They stayed in each others embrace for a few minutes.

His mind was flooded with questions as he saw her puffy eyes and pale face. She took his hand and lead him to the bed.

They were lying on the bed, their eyes focused on the ceiling. Her left hand placed on top of his right hand. She broke the silence by saying, " I failed in one subject. I need to retake it." a sigh escaped her lips. Karno was aware of what must have occurred.

" Don't pay too much attention to what he says. Focus on your studies. You will get out of this mess." he said. His voice as gentle as a cool breeze.

She moved closer to him and turned on her side. " I, ... can you hold me, please?"

Karno held her as softly as he could. " This is just a bad dream, sweetie. Tomorrow you will wake up with new found strength."

" I hate this, all of this. The worst thing is i disappointed mom. She has always been there for me, supported me. Now there is nothing more that i can say or do that will change this." the words came out like a mumble.

" It would be wrong for me to say, that i know what you are going through. But nobody can change the past. We can only work in the present and look forward to the future." he paused and took a deep breath.

"None of this is permanent, (name). Neither pain nor sorrow, neither happiness nor joy." He added before kissing her gently on the forehead.

" You have to go to school tomorrow. You should get some rest." The tone of his voice was pleading, urging her to look at the future and have faith in herself. She nodded her head and closed her eyes.

" Everything will turn out alright. " was the last thing she heard before sleep took over her.

A/N: Thank you.

—so don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”

Just a reminder guys. :^)

A little ramble

Jokes aside from the bad writing and artwork from scm, I really enjoy just the concept of being. It's such a cozy game and its relaxing to play idc if its a powerpoint. The story is entertaining enough to keep the reader captivated most of the times.

I think why i resonate so much with it is despite me liking a lot of edgier and more mature media, scm is simple. It keeps the hint of eldritch gods and antiquity of mythology/studying the humanities and keeping it fun with the anime otome approach. Like I love scm because of the personalities of the gods interacting.

Sure the s1 and s2 gods are assholes at the beginning but regardless of the route it's a journey of healing. I played scm when i was just a kid (and forgot about it but as all kids do they hurt) and now as an adult i can play it again and go through my own journey of healing through my own trauma, and see it similarly characters going through the same process of learning and healing.

Characters who want to better themselves and be humbled of the reality of it. Healing is not a linear process, its super up and down. It's refreshing to see in some routes (not teo, teo is the exact opposite of this entire post) healthily heal like leon learning to control his powers and that you can love the little things just because.

Huedhaut realizing that spending the rest of eternity in grief is not ideal, and that he has to learn to move on, Scorpio learning to be nicer? to people and importantly himself, Ichthys's approach of getting rises out of people because he knows he'll be gone and realizing that he went too far, Zyglavis forgiving himself and learning a healthy way of conducting punishments, Tauxolouve learning to enjoy his life despite being a demigod, MC learning to be kind but take no shit. Partheno realizing that he can trust people and not to be ashamed of himself for being a demon, Dui learning to communicate as a system with the alters in his body and going forward. Like I would pay for a story of Dui having 1 good day bro. Let him go to a cafe in the morning and just enjoy a piece of cherry pie.

don't get me wrong the game communicates the story and message poorly but i'd like to think it's still there for people to enjoy with the mass of different characters

I understand the "I will die for you" ship dynamic, but what about the "I will not let you die, I will not let myself die- we will, at any cost, survive" kind of couple?

One of them will have to get finished eventually, right???

Hello. I am that anon who requested the Tauxolouve smut fic.

Can you write some angst for Tauxolouve x goddess reader?

Like the Goddess reader moves on are falls in love with other god but Tauxolouve still has feelings for her.

"New"

Genre: angst

Warnings: none

A/N: I'm not sure if you wanted a part 3 of Sweet Inexperience or a standalone........ So I just went with the standalone, because the other option broke me to pieces, so... Yeah. That's a separate fic. (I'm sorry if that's not satisfying 😭)

Spotting you from across the gardens, Tauxolouve's footsteps altered direction and he moved up to you.

Your dress hugged your body beautifully, in a way so ethereal, even when you turned away from him, motioning to a man with a movement of your hands.

"Pleasant surprise to see my little lady here." Tauxolouve addressed you, with a smile so charming, your heart clenched.

"Yeah, I was..." You laced your fingers and held your knotted hands before your crotch. "Taking a walk."

"Well, can I join you?" He proposed and the hope that flickering in his irises was too beautiful. Too heartfelt. So heartfelt, your shoulders stiffened.

"Sure." You answered, your tone not matching his bright one at all.

"Good, let me take you somewhere then." He said, walking off and you followed, stopping only to steal a glance at the eyes of a god peeking at the two of you from behind the tall bushes with the roses.

You felt guit enveloping your heart, but it would be worse if you didn't tell him. He deserved to know you moved on and your feelings changed.

Another god had captured your heart. You had fallen for his reserved charm, his shyness and were touched at the pure admiration he harboured for you. He just never came out with it, because he believed he stood no chance before the god of sagittarius.

Determined to end it all with him, you followed Tauxolouve, your eyes upon his strong back, that would always hide you and protect you when you needed it, but still not making you feel weak or fragile or that you couldn't fight your own battles.

Your stroll was a silent one and you couldn't quiet down the aching of your soul. Inspecting his profile made you feel so hurt, that tears swelled up in your eyes. You made a halt in your steps and wiped away the blurriness in your eyes, the tears wetting your knuckles.

"What's the matter, little lady?" Tauxolouve's eyebrows were furrowed as he rubbed his warm palms up and down your arms. "What's wrong...?" He asked gently, giving you time to gather your thoughts.

"Tauxolouve..." You sobbed, looking up at him through wet and salty eyelashes. "I'm so sorry...!" You hiccuped and buried your face in your hands, no longer bearing to face him, with the same face he kissed, loved and admired.

"What are you apologizing for?" He leaned in to press a kiss to your forehead, but you pulled back so suddenly, his breathing hitched.

"Tauxolouve..." You inhaled deeply and your sorrowful eyes casted upon him, with guilt drowning in your watery irises. "I'm so sorry... I can't date you anymore..."

His mouth dried and his heart pounded loudly. "You can't... Why...?!" He swallowed and his Adam's apple moved visibly. "Did I do something wro-"

"No! Please, don't blame yourself!" You hurried to stop him, pain stabbing your heart from every angle at his hurt expression. "I just... I moved on..." The tone of your voice fell significantly and you lowered your head in shame. "I'm so sorry..."

Tauxolouve remained in silence, his lips locking in one place, tightly against each other.

Looking up, his gorgeous slanted eyes had turned into sparkling rivers, heartbreak tumbled out of his every word. "I see..." He chuckled airily in self deprecation. "I... I can't hold you by my side against your will." His lower lip trembled and he bit down on it, blinking away the tears. "You've found someone new, haven't you?"

You nodded wordlessly.

His breaths were shaky and he pursed his lips together into a devastating smile. Even if it hurt him and killed him, his love was the most imposing feeling, even now. He wanted you to be happy and if you needed him out of your life for it... Then so be it... "He better make you happy." He said, a single tear streaming down his cheekbone. "And if he doesn't, make sure to not compromise with someone like him."

With your hands clasped together, you straighten your back, staring him straight in the eye. "I'll make sure of it. And... I'm sorry..." You said quietly, whipped some remaining tears away.

"No need to apologise, little lady." At the uttering of that pet name, his composure grew more unsteady and he barely held himself back from collapsing to his knees.

"Can you... Not call me that, please?"

"Oh, yes." His shoulders stiffened, his teeth close to drawing blood from his lip. "I'm sorry... (Name). It won't happen again."

Seeing you walk away from him was when he allowed his shoulders to tremble and his facial expression broke. He cried, until he believed he had dried and his tongue tasted the blood of his bottom lip. Looking at the spot beside him, now empty, there was only one heartfelt thought ruling. "I hope you have a good life."