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Reblog if I can go on your page and write stupid things in your ask box whenever I'd like to.
IDK Just Got An Idea.
If you wanna write a story on this you can. Just send it to me! (Though I feel like no one would write it ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ˜)
Terrorist attack-loses her family-mother doesn't pay attention to her trauma-her brother bullies her to make her 'immune' to college ragging-due to this gets aggression and has a twisted mind-forms a contract with a terrorist group to kill her brother-brother dies-police suspects the terrorist group-gets scared of getting caught and kills every person in the terrorist group-burns the contract-police suspects her as she was there during the 'brother' and 'terrorist' deaths-gets kept in a cell for being the number one suspect-the male lead is introduced as one of the detectives-his brother who was forced to join and was trying to leave the terrorist group is also killed-the detective hates her and tries to prove she is the one behind all the killings-some some love happens and they fall in love-ML is in a war of feeling either love her or get her in jail, moral values clash in him-due to lack of proof she gets released-traps her in his house and forced her to marry her to get her bound to him so that he can keep her near him until she is found as the culprit-one day gets home drunk-abuses her-then has slow and sensual sex with her which soon turns into rough and hard sex-this happens thrice in the same week-girl gets pregnant-tries to hide it and always hides from him when he gets home drunk-somehow gives birth-ML manipulates her into staying with him for supporting the baby with his money-both fall in love-baby grows into 3 yrs old- goes out with his granny-people who hate the detective kidnap her and abuse her for 3 weeks-detective tries find her but couldn't-gets a video call-sees her ruined-the bad guys abuse her and then burn her down alive-ML screams and soon finds the bad guys location from phone tracking-by the times he goes there only ashes are scattered her and there and a letter is there- it says 'an eye for an eye, my friends' next to another paper is there with a different handwriting and a more messy one-it says ' '-ML collects the ashed and buries it in a burial ground-is a mess-ML goes there-finds out it is their secret base and finds out a 20 year old guy who was forced to join has written the letter-kills each and every bad guy ruthlessly-covered in blood-tries to die-cries a lot due to her death and blames himself for being incompetent- about to stab himself-hears a helicopter- hears his child's voice- gets pulled back to reality-hugs his child-gets hospitalized due to wounds-2weeks later gets back home-earns many rewards-leaves his detective job-joins a office working job-raises the kid-dies normally-in heaven reunites with her.
ML - Male Lead FL - Female Lead
You see their faces melting in your eyes, they twist and turn and form a big mouth with sharp, sharp teeth and it swallows you. You fall down and down and you see colors in the darkness and hear sounds in the silence and you open your eyes.
You're in a corridor. The walls are white and the floor is white and the celling is white but the corridor itself is so dark that you can't really tell if they are actually white. You stand here in the light of one lit fluorescent lamp
You see a blue door. It's blue like the sky from children books. It calls to you it wants you to open it. You don't know if you want to open it. You don't know if you should open it. But even if you wanted to, even if you should, you couldn't beacuse when you reach for the handle it isn't there. You try to grab it but there's nothing there.
You see pipes. You haven't seen them before and they are as white as the walls and celling over which thay strech in a tangle of unnecessary turns. They climb only the left side of the door and there's only a few of them but they create an almost-arch that looks so organic and natural you start to wonder if they grow in the walls choinkg this corridor like a boa snake. One of them is drippng water. You listen to the calm rithm of the corridors heartbeat and your eyelids become heavy.
You see your reflection in the puddle on the floor. You can see something is wrong but you can't tell what exatcly. Maybe it's too vibrant? Or too sharp. Too twisted and curved? A drop falls into it and a gentle wave spreads around and you can no longer see you reflection.
You start to walk. In the ocean of darkness your thoughts are louder than in the safety of the bright island but you push forward. You walk for so long you stop focusing on anything only the next step the next water drop hitting the surface of the puddle. You walk and walk and walk until you stop.
You see a blue door. It's blue like the sky from children books. It calls to you it wants you to open it. What? No! It must be a different door that's just identical to the first one. You're sure you didn't make any turns. You reach for the handle again but it isn't there.
You see pipes, the same pipes that form an almost-arch that looks organic and natural.
You see water drippng on the floor exatcly like the first time, and you see the puddle exatcly the same as the first one, and you see your reflection in the puddle, and it's wrong in the exact same way the first one was but you still can't tell in what way.
You move on faster this time. You walk quickly and the darkness swallows you and you can't see forward until you stop.
You see a blue door. It's blue. It's blue. It's blue, and it's calling you, and it wants you to open it, but the handle it isn't there. And the water drips like a heartbeat, and you run, and your steps and the heartbeat sync in harmony until you stop.
You see a blue door. You run. You see a blue door. You run. You see a blue door. You run.
You collapse. You rest your head against the door and close your eyes. You see a caleydoscope of colors, every single one exept blue. You stand up and reach for the handle. You can feel it this time. You try to open the door. It's locked. You press the handle stronger and stronger. The door gives up and you open your eyes.
There's a space behind the door. It's full of lines and points and twists and turns. The floor and the celling are not where they're suppusosed to be. Or they aren't there at all. You cling to the handle and know you can't let go beacuse if you will you will fall forward into this space. But with evert second you get dizzier and dizzier and you feel you begin to fall over. You shut the blue door.
Edit: I forgot to mention that I wrote this when I was very sick and sleep deprived and this came to my mind so I started writing. But the thing is that this is the middle of the story. There should be a beggining and an end but I was well... sleep deprived. So yes this is not the full thing. The full thing is somewhere in the depths of my mind.
In honor of Ocean Saga being released on Christmas have a poorly edited meme
It’s very fun
I still need to make that red blue yellow color palette and female designs analysis or maybe not but well see
Meet Heather Henderson, an oc i made a while back, and is part of my story that sadly I won't be working on for while
I might do a background thing with her but idk.
Which picture is better? In my opinion its the bottom one.
I really like how she came out :D, here's my oc Heather in gacha life 2, I have actually been meaning to this for a while but idk. I have already made her sisters in gacha life 2 but idk if I like the designs so I might change them soon.
wip Kazumaji sketch for a friend!!
ill probably post a tigerfish sketch next if i dont get lazy
I am posting again instead of sleeping (future me i am so sorry for the cleaning you will need to do)
I should set up my tagging system rn huh
