Marko

UNI IS KICKING MY ASS!!!!!!

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You Dream

Of what you can

Never even hope

to achieve

Pending Requests for Writing—

DC / Batman Family: 05

Kpop Demon Hunters: 06

The Sandman [ Netflix Series ]: 01

Requests: Open

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Rules:

Keep in mind that I'll mainly write dark themes, yandere, so if you wish for a non-dark ill suggest searching somewhere else if it makes you uncomfortable.

Now, just because I write for dark themes doesn't mean I'll write NSFW, so don't request for it as it will be deleted.

I won't write about incest, underage ships, sex, etc.

I will only write romantically about a woman loving another woman.

So try not to request a male x female or male x male. There is nothing wrong with either of them, I just simply prefer to write for women solely as romantic as the centerpiece.

I am willing to write for a polyamorous relationship but please, know your limits.

Even though I mainly write for a character x reader, I'll also be able to do a character x character only if I'm comfortable to write about it.

Now, if you wish to request for a romantic yandere character x reader but also want other characters to be a platonic yandere towards the reader, then I'll assure you that I do write for that as well.

If you simply want my opinion on a character on how they will be in certain situations, a headcanon and not a full-blown short story, then don't be afraid to send one.

Try to be specific in what you want as I'd rather want to go off of something rather than nothing.

But, if you simply want me to write about a character then I can assure you that I will not be bothered by it as it just gives me an excuse for free will.

I'd also like to mention that English isn't my first language, so I'd like to apologize if there are any errors in my writing.

[ There's a high possibility that I missed a few rules so I'll just write them later. ]

Pending Requests for Art—

DC / Batman Family: 00

Kpop Demon Hunters: 01

The Sandman [ Netflix Series ]: 00

Requests: Open

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Rules:

You may request for a singular character or two; nothing more than that as I have no prior experience in drawing more in a frame.

Keep in mind that I only draw traditional, piece of paper and a dream, so try to keep your request as something possible in that lane.

A reference would be greatly appreciated if you have a specific idea in mind, and if not then be as descriptive as possible.

If you're not sure what you want and just simply want me to draw the character then I will happily do so.

I won't do NSFW in any shape way or form.

Requesting two characters to kiss is alright though as long as they aren't related, underage, or anything of that matter.

I can't do full bodies so please try to request from the torso up or be generous and shoulders up.

I will happily draw fluff or even better angst.

[ Below the Cut is a master list for every work I've Drawn and Written ]

Already Written Requests—

DC / Batman Family:

• — of All The Chances

Platonic Yandere Bruce Wayne x GN Reader

Summary: When they were saved, they saw a compassionate man tending to them, but the second they reached sanctuary, that man was replaced by another.

* Written as a Concept

• — Still Water

Yandere Diana Prince x GN Reader

Summary: Diana didn't want to comprehend why you chose to be outside her territory. If you weren't swaying her way, she chose to think it's your fault. But in the end, she's the one who caused that fearful reaction in the first place, and no amount of denying would ever fix that.

• — See me Alone

Yandere Barbara Gordon x Reader

Request Summary: Can you write about yandere Barbara Gordon jealous? [ Requested on June 10th by Anonymous ]

Kpop Demon Hunters:

• — Talk to Me

Yandere Huntrix x Reader

Summary: It's daunting to realize that the past tends to reappear in the most unforgiving moments.

* Written as a Concept

° — I HAD A DREAM BITCHES!!!

Yandere Kpop Demon Hunters x Rumi

* Concept for a Series

The Sandman [ Netflix Series ]:

[ None at the moment ]

Already Drawn Requests—

DC / Batman Family:

[ None at the moment ]

Kpop Demon Hunters:

• Rumi: Traditional Art

The Sandman [ Netflix Series ]:

• Delirium: Traditional Art

Commission Art:

• OC of Ruth-rambles

Sketches:

• Woman portrait

Note: I'm currently having severe writers block so bear with me on that...

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Wanted to do an anatomy practice during lunch break. It ain't too shabby, right?

[ Picture Reference below the cut. ]

[ Taken from Pinterest by rie, Link ]

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Commission Art for @ruth-rambles

| Cost: 20 MX$

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Marko's been procrastinating the hell out of their art and has me speed running through poses the whole day because he finally got motivation.

He gave me a butter finger tho so we're good 👍

I had to like. Use 99% of my brainpower just to figure out who you was talking about ngl HELP 😭

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listen to me and listen to me closely... Yandere delirium of the endless

HEAR ME OUT!!!!!!!!

LOUD AND CLEAR PREACH IT!!!!!

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Snitching, mhmm

Bitch...

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I'm planning to make a series for the Sandman, but I can't seem to decide for the life of me who should be the main love interest and who should not, but I did manage to narrow it down to two people instead.

Who Should be The Main Love Interest?

Delirium of The Endless

Death of The Endless

Both but one isn't chosen

Both and they both get chosen

Both but they end up in a rivalry

Or in the end, they get rejected

Voting ended onSep 18, 2025

You may choose as you please, but there will be consequences to whichever you pick, so choose wisely.

Like that ultimatum towards the end of the story. Looks mighty fine right now, but it'll change depending on who and what you pick, like cause and effect.

[ I'm not gonna tell you what it's about cause then you wouldn't want to choose 😭 , I'm gonna tell you after instead 😝 ( when I finish setting up the timeline) ]

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Girl...

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I'm planning to make a series for the Sandman, but I can't seem to decide for the life of me who should be the main love interest and who should not, but I did manage to narrow it down to two people instead.

Who Should be The Main Love Interest?

Delirium of The Endless

Death of The Endless

Both but one isn't chosen

Both and they both get chosen

Both but they end up in a rivalry

Or in the end, they get rejected

Voting ended onSep 18, 2025

You may choose as you please, but there will be consequences to whichever you pick, so choose wisely.

Like that ultimatum towards the end of the story. Looks mighty fine right now, but it'll change depending on who and what you pick, like cause and effect.

[ I'm not gonna tell you what it's about cause then you wouldn't want to choose 😭 , I'm gonna tell you after instead 😝 ( when I finish setting up the timeline) ]

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Requests summary: how vague can you get in drawing delirium? ( Requested by @saltwhich on June 6th )

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Yo Would anyone be interested in me writing about the Netflix series, The Sandman?

Since it is technically connected to DC, so I wouldn't be drifting far from the two fandoms I write for...

[ say the one who's been procrastinating 9 requests from both. ]

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— See me Alone

" Why won't I do it for you? "

Yandere Barbara Gordon x Reader

Request Summary: Can you write about yandere Barbara Gordon jealous? [ Requested on June 10th by Anonymous ]

Might have mentions of stalking, obsessive behavior, possessiveness, unhealthy dependency, toxic dynamic, yandere themes, etc.

If you're uncomfortable with anything listed above, then I advise not to read further. If you wish to continue know that you've been warned.

Word Count: 864

You sat cross-legged near the ledge of the roof while you aimlessly oversaw the horizon with an untamed nervousness. Knawing on your cheek was a vain attempt to calm your restless body but even then it wouldn't stop.

Your chest rose steadily but the air left shakly out of your body.

You held your breath for a mere second hoping she'll speak up. That she'll stop drilling holes into the back of your head and spit out what she had to say when she dragged you by the collar. At the moment, you couldn't even detect what she was feeling. She always held this stoic visage, to not let anyone in; even to you.

You didn't know what she felt about you. Always treating you with a cold shoulder even if she was the one that offered to partner on cases or even simple errands.

You always wanted her to express her opinions, like what were her thoughts on the news or even the new brand of coffee you bought her. You don't even know if she liked coffee to begin with as you never see her drink any or even tea for that matter.

So as you sat with a rigid posture, you anticipated the worst. That she'll yell at you, cut you off of this strange partnership you haded, but nothing.

She. Said. Nothing.

Like she always did.

You couldn't tell if her eyes were judging or glaring at you from behind, but you couldn't ignore how the breeze was gone. As if it was scared to blow in your general direction, but you wished it did. You couldn't stand the stillness it bestowed upon you. Almost as if it was forcing you to focus on Gordon's judgment. Even the sun, which at this time should provide comfort and warmth, was seemingly glaring at you.

You chalked up the nerve that clawed on your throat and spoke. " Why did you bring me here, Gordon?" Looking back at the women that held gingerly onto a locket.

When you look back at her, you expect disdain in her eyes, but you didn't expect that unfamiliar tenderness. Yet, that wasn't the most shocking part; it was directed at you.

—

She saw everything but nothing at once.

The way the corner of your eyes wrinkled, the softness in them. The genuine happiness radiating off of you. Your smile delicately grazes your skin, the corners going up instead of remaining strained.

The way it was directed at someone else.

Barbara Gordon knew it was her fault on why it all resulted to this, but it didn't help how the anger took over her. It didn't help how her legs carried her through the ball room to you, or how her arm lifted so her hand could clamp onto anything of you; the most reachable being the collar.

She heard your protests but she didn't see it as such. You were supposed to— should be by her side. Any other calamity should be blocked and barred to not enter.

She should've done more through the years. Should've told or at least written how much she valued you, not just as a person, a friend. A partner in her own endeavors. She so desperately wanted to let you in, but after some time of repeating the same mantra of treating you condescendingly, she got used to it. Got used to loving the thrill on how your eyes searched for her approval.

It was a guilty pleasure that kept growing and festering into ivy in a garden filled with ruminative tremors of fallen dreamers.

Although, she should've known not to indulge too deeply. She saw how the others fell like chess pieces in a board that was set for failure; Not realizing she was just wrapped in a veil gauged out of a dead lover.

She was in too deep to see or think clearly, and she knew that well enough because it was you. You solely is what kept her tangled in this sick pleasure of hers. And God did she love it.

The things that go through her mind when you attempt to satisfy her in any way possible. Engage with her even when your own actions contradict themselves. How your lips quiver before speaking about the headline you saw in her newspaper, like every starting conversation. Even when you guess what she likes to drink in the morning.

You were a hamster afraid of the world yet still deciding to kiss death every grueling day.

That's what she liked about you, your underlying determination.

Although when you turned around, she's not certain if that was the fragment she loved most about you. ' why did you bring me here, Gordon?' What can she say? Even so it doesn't matter.

She looked down at the locket that she's been fiddling with. Opening the clasp to see the violent purple pill that rested inside. She knew this day would come. Setting aside anything to do it for you because, why wouldn't she do it for you? Yet, even now, she'll never tell you that directly.

Since all you have to do is obey without question, like you've always done.

Author's Note: I was procrastinating this so hard oh my god....

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I can't be the only one that finds Celine attractive.

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• I HAD A DREAM BITCHES!!!

Y'all I just had a dream where Huntrix, more specifically Mira and Zoey, were overbearingly toxic towards Rumi.

They were incredibly controlling over her actions down to what she ate. They had this schedule— like an invincible schedule— where they already planned what they do each week down to the second. So when Jinu and his gang showed up, that schedule was distributed. They weren't happy about it, and Jinu, being someone literally from a realm of distrust and cruelty, noticed this.

He thought it was initially harmless, since they're demon hunters— obviously, they will have some form of hatred towards him. But as he kept observing, he was the one who noticed the possessive touches. The glares. The lies. All glazed over with sugar, which was slowly dusting off. And he was obviously concerned, as he should be, because these were DEMON HUNTERS actively acting on these acts deemed wrong. These were people who were supposed to be the beacon of hope and purity.

And the first time he got to talk to Rumi head-on, no interruptions, no attacks, just a conversation. He came to the realization, she didn't realize what they were doing was wrong.

His mind began to whirl with many possible ways it could've gotten to this point-unless, she grew up with it.

And it worried him. HIM. Someone SELFISH was WORRIED for SOMEONE ELSE. Even after they eventually had to part he was still worried about her, AND GUESS WHAT? HE SPREAD IT TO HIS COMRADES!

The rest of the saja boys were like, what? What are you talking about?

Until they took a good look at them on the game show, but this time, they saw twitches of their actual selves. Their minds marred with obsession. And slowly, that worry swallowed them.

DEMONS WORRIED OVER A DEMON HUNTER?

They wished they were kidding, but they desperately wanted Rumi to get out of that situation, so when Jinu told them she was part demon. There was a chance. Hope that she'll be safe, with them.

NEWS FLASH, turns out THEY WERE ALSO OBSESSED!!

But theirs were platonic, protective. Like a family worried for a member. Look, I know what you might think: do Mira and Zoey know about her patterns? FUCK NO. But do they know Rumi is going out to see Jinu? Hard to break it up to you, they kinda knew.

Okay, so when they were preparing for the diss track, takedown, they noticed how off Rumi was. They knew her by Heart— soul— so when she got like this. They watch her like a hawk. So for Rumi, it was incredibly hard to hide her patterns under such intense supervision. So she actively sought out Celine for a breath of air. AND GUESS WHAT? In that same exact dream, CELINE was in on it!

Cause to Celine, she reminded her of Rumi's mother. The hesitation, the sneaking, lying, covering, averting her eyes when questioned. She was seeing someone. Someone they definitely didn't approve of.

So Jinu, WAS RIGHT ALL ALONG!

So Rumi being under constant watch by the rest of the Huntrix, Celine, and even the Saja boys! Where would she go to take a breather from all of them? Exactly. BOBBY MY MAN!!! And Bobby, being the kind manager he is, noticed how everyone— AND I MEAN EVERYONE— was acting towards Rumi.

But he couldn't do much of anything but provide her comfort. Since what can a normal human do against demon hunters and demons alike? HE'S TOAST.

Although he did try to reschedule some of her idol work away from Mira and Zoey, even if it was just for five minutes, he granted that long-needed privacy for her. But when the fan meet happened, it all came to shit.

EVERYONE WAS AT EACH OTHER'S THROATS!!

Except for Jinu, since he was secretly trying to devise a plan for her to sway their way.

Now, at this point, Rumi's like, What the fuck is up with these people? Mira is fighting tooth and nail not to lash out in public and kill them into a bloody pulp. Zoey is trying not to scream bloody murder when she sees Jinu so unbearably close to Rumi. The saja boys are suffering the same thing, trying not to lash out. While Rumi and Bobby are looking at each other with a 'what the fuck' face.

Now, get this, everything that happened in the movie is now under different motives. Jinu no longer wants to erase his memories; no, he wants Rumi with them, so she doesn't have to suffer through that anymore. The rest of the demon hunters, Mira and Zoey, aren't solely fighting demons. They're fighting against someone who would rip away this perfect garden that they uphold for so long with Rumi, and they won't stop for anything to preserve it.

And, guess what?

Rumi, the bird in a golden cage, is starting to notice the bars that keep her in. Starting to notice the jewels they put on her are preventing her from leaving, acting like a collar.

That Rumi is suffering the same fate her Mother did.

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CAN ANYONE WRITE THIS, PLEASE BRUH!! MY HAND IS STILL FUCKING INJURED SO I CAN'T DO IT MYSELF!!! 😭🙏

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— Still Water

"Please, don't look at me with those horrible eyes."

Yandere Diana Prince x GN Reader

Summary: Diana didn't want to comprehend why you chose to be outside her territory. If you weren't swaying her way, she chose to think it's your fault. But in the end, she's the one who caused that fearful reaction in the first place, and no amount of denying would ever fix that.

Might have mentions of obsessive behavior, possessiveness, unhealthy dependency, toxic dynamic, yandere themes, Physical Abuse, Emotional Abuse, etc.

If you're uncomfortable with anything listed above, then I advise not to read further. If you wish to continue know that you've been warned.

Word Count: 1,111

You remembered how the water felt when you dipped you hand in. It was too still. Like it was afraid of being itself; unpredictable.

There were no waves to crash by the seashore. Its temperature was too cold for the season, and if you look close enough, you can see it tremble with uncertainty. As if it were afraid to upset whatever lurked near.

That day, it was supposed to be calming, but the air was clogging your lungs. Your skin prickling with paranoia. Feeling self-conscious by the way your heart hammered in your chest like a drum being hit with anger.

The trees didn't dare speak, and they hung lower to the ground than they should've. You head aches for exterior movement. Your eyes searched for it but everything was too still.

Your mind began to imagine what the world was afraid of. The way paintings gained consciousness to stare at you with judgment, anger, or even fear. Your hands lunge upwards to block what it can't find.

Why is nature so afraid? Was it really fear? Or was it sad to witness—

"[name]."

Don't turn around.

Please don't turn around I'm begging you.

Your breath hitched in your throat, feeling the way your chest tightened as it suddenly made you aware how stuffy your clothes were. It was practically choking you to prevent your blood from flowing. You wanted your hands to claw their way to let you breath but you couldn't move.

Why couldn't you move?

Your bottom lip quivered, tasting the salt on your tongue. The corner of your eyes felt hot, feeling its burn spread more down your face.

You didn't want to look back and even if you wanted to, not even your eyes would obey it. Your mind didn't want to know but you felt how everything borrowed down. Blurred by stubbornness.

...

Was it stubbornness? Was it really stubbornness or—

" look at me when I'm talking to you! "

The voice boomed, but even with how loud it was, you knew it was gaining more ground to get closer to you.

You stared at the ground, but it started to blur at a rapid pace. You heard your heartbeat in your ears but you still heard how its footsteps became more rapid until it halted behind you.

Your hands shook. You felt the blood rush to your ears in hopes you wouldn't hear their voice again. You didn't notice how much your legs wobbled until it put their hand on your shoulder.

Don't do this to me.

please don't do this to me.

Please, no.

Please, I'm begging you.

Please.

Please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE I'M BEGGING YOU—

" look at me. "

Yet you couldn't, you didn't want to. You didn't want to see it in the eyes again. Please don't make me look at it in the eyes.

Although, no matter how hard you begged, everyone always ignores the beggars.

Their hand gripped harshly onto your shoulder making you wince in pain. Before you were forcefully turned around to be grabbed by the collar and raised until your feet couldn't touch the ground.

Your hand instinctively reaches to claw their hands away, but they slam you on the wall before you can do so. A groan painfully left your chest, feeling your head buzz with static in your eyes. You felt warm liquid run down your neck but that wasn't your main focus. You just tried not to look at it in the eyes.

" I said look at me damnit!"

Like any person would, you flinched as your body tried to scrunch in to hide away but couldn't with the way they were holding you.

And it didn't like that.

They threw you to the ground face down before being wrapped in that familiar rope that glowed in gold. You tried your hardest to breathe— to calm yourself— yet couldn't with how tightly they wrapped it around your chest.

Please, please I'm begging you! PLEASE—

" LOOK AT ME! "

They yelled while forcibly grabbing your chin to face them, and that's when you saw it. Their nose flared, eyebrows contorted inwards, face screwed in disdain. That angry Amazonian filled to the brim with what you can only place as rage.

Their other hand gripped the lasso with tenacity.

" why don't you look at me when I tell you to."

The lasso harshly glowed before the words ruptured from your lips.

" because I'm scared. "

It felt dry when you said it you didn't expect to say that, and neither did they.

The hand that held your chin switched to grab your whole jaw but it was looser than before. Not that you realized anyways.

" of what."

You didn't want to answer that. How can you tell someone that you were afraid of them without that surge of apprehension? But the lasso around you glowed again and made you do it again.

" you."

...

There was a long beat of silence. Like the very room couldn't believe the truth that left your chest. But you couldn't stop there, not when the lasso tightened and it's grip loosened.

" I'm scared by the way you look at me when something goes wrong. You look at me with resentment that makes me feel like I'm walking on eggshells all the time. And even if you don't I'm still waiting like a wuss for the next one.

Afraid that next time I'm gonna be the cause of it. Yet it's inevitable. Because, somehow— some way I am. I am the cause of all your hatred and I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I do. I'm sorry I'm the one who does everything wrong, yet I can't help that you hate every action that I do. I'm scared of it. I'm scared of you.

Just, please. Please, don't look at me with those horrible eyes. "

After that you expected it to yell again. To harm you in any way it can but nothing. It did nothing. Now you were afraid that you had gone too far. That the monologue that forcibly came out of your lips was wrong.

Were you really wrong for saying that?

Your eyes were screwed shut the whole time, awaiting for an impact it couldn't give. You didn't feel when the rope was lifted off of you nor when it hit the ground. You just heard her voice. No. Her chokes.

When you were finally brave enough to open your eyes, you saw her. Not it, her. With tears streaking down her face that was no longer screwed in anger.

And you couldn't help how your heart sobbed for her.

Author's Note: I forgot this was in my drafts already finished( ish). And since my hand is still pulsing with the pain of a grand clock I'll delay the requests a little longer until it becomes bearable.

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— Talk to Me

" God, don't make me go through it again. "

Yandere Huntrix x Reader

Summary: It's daunting to realize that the past tends to reappear in the most unforgiving moments.

Might have mentions of Emotional Neglect, suicidal thoughts, insinuation of a suicide, unhealthy dynamic, belittlement, abandonment, etc.

If you're uncomfortable with anything listed above, then I advise not to read further. If you wish to continue know that you've been warned.

Word Count: 920

It was only supposed to be momentary. The smile that ached, the laugh that felt like watching fireflies dance near the meadows. It shouldn't have latched onto you this severely.

The way her hands clutched onto your jacket as she sobbed on your shoulder; muffled by the scarf you carried.

You still hear her cry every time you pass by the beach, and you couldn't do anything to console her. Not when she's far away now; gone from your side.

Walking barefoot towards the shore's edge, feeling the water crash near your feet. It was almost taunting. Like the specks of water soaking your clothes were the tears you couldn't soothe from her eyes. You knew the ocean was telling you those were the tears she shed long ago, bashing into you on what you did. That you left her— alone— choosing to keep hurting her by coming back.

Why do you choose to come back and hurt her?

You saw the waves through glossed eyes.

Your lips parted, like velcro ripping off a harness. You wish to apologize— to say sorry to her. Yet you knew no matter how much you yelled it by the shores, you knew it was futile.

Cause, how can she forgive someone like you? You left, you didn't even tell her that you were leaving.

You had a choice, yet you didn't take it. Was it too much? You were gonna hurt her either way yet you felt bad to break the news to her? Why were you feeling bad? You were the one "choosing" to leave. She trusted you. She trusted you with her secrets, her hopes, her dreams! How can you be so heartless?!

You heard it. That voice, her voice, ringing in your ear. It was graveling, static that buzzed behind your eyes. It wasn't the same tone that she had. You knew that well enough.

Yet you couldn't differentiate if that's how she truly sounded. It was so long ago to even tell anymore, blending with the multitude of others.

In the corner of your eye, you saw her silhouette marred by shadows and grim. It hunched over your shoulder, glaring with eyes brimmed with hatred and resentment.

It never moved from its position. Acting more as a veil than a quilt. It would rather taunt you and make you see the world laugh at you than keep you enclosed to not feel judgment.

Yet, you never dared look directly at it. Choosing to accept its torment rather than indulge in hysteria. But it wasn't the only reason.

Your gaze shifted down to your garments dusted in sand. Feeling the grimy texture on your skin. You knew it would be difficult to wash off, as if it was making sure you couldn't get rid of it easily like you did to them.

You didn't deserve them. You don't deserve anything.

Its chalked voice cringed in your ear.

Your feet carried you further into the shore, feeling the water hit higher until it reached your abdomen. There were times you wished she were here, so you could try and apologize until your voice went hoarse. To peel away your very soul so she can see how much of a piece of shit you truly were for causing her such pain. To all of them.

You pretended that they were the wave hitting you on the torso; pushing you back harder and harder. That you were only here so people would let their frustrations out on you. And maybe you were.

You shouldn't feel this way, but you couldn't help how the water enveloped you. Breaking the tension of the water to submerge yourself fully. Yet instead of sinking, you were floating just above the water to see her silhouette right next to your face. Almost facing straight at you.

Why can't you look at me!?

It yelled, but it wasn't sharp. It buzzed around you. Like it couldn't decide if you should've heard it in the first place. Even the world hummed around you, like it was waiting for you to do something.

Your eyes bore to the sky, yet you didn't dare look at the stars in fear that you'll see their eyes again.

Do it.

It rang in your ear. It wasn't the first time it said it; it wouldn't be the last either.

You can't do anything, can you? You can't tell people what's wrong with you. You can't even tell yourself.

It continued to taunt you, and you couldn't help but listen in. Over the years, it repeated the same thing, why can't you do anything for yourself? If you were being completely honest, you wouldn't know how to answer that. Because you didn't know how to.

Apart of you said that she was right. It came so easy for other people to be selfish so why can't you? Why can't you do anything that'll benefit you in a positive light?

Pathetic.

It spat in your ear, feeling its hatred, her contempt for you. It scorns into your skin— like the thousands before— a lit cigarette being put out on you. Yet they never let it die out, as its own resentment fuels it further. And maybe you deserve it.

The loathing.

The unadulterated loathing.

She was right, you are pathetic. You couldn't look at her directly. You never blocked her out. You don't even deny what it was saying. You just keep letting its static consume you.

Why?

Were you truly that afraid to be alone?

Author's Note: As I'm working on pending requests I've decided to post this as a treat. It's been a concept I've had in mind for quite some time, so why not let people see it?

Not sure if I should actually create a mini story out of it, but anyway, I'm gonna continue to work on requests.

PS: I actually injured my hand so that's the reason why I'm taking so long to post.

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I wanted to see if I could still draw and decided to go with Rumi.

If anyone is interested in making an art request for Huntrix, you can, and I'll try to deliver.

Since, aside from writing, I also need to improve on my art.

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Are you okay writing autistics readers

I do want to make my writing more diverse but I don't want to spread false information or make it a stereotype.

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I'm so sorry if you're disappointed by this, I really wish to write about it, but seeing as I don't know much about the subject it becomes increasingly hard not to offend people due to misinformation.

( Thank you for asking though! )