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zedrine · 5 months

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hiya !!! this is that anon who sent like. 2 sunny asks and the first requester! since i saw your post i would like to request a post-game omori sunny x reader!

but bare with me cus this is a little ooc pls 😓

OKAY SO it's where sunny is being a little jealous because reader is hugging a pillow on their sleep, where he ends up replacing the pillow with himself so that the reader hugs him instead

also, since i'm going to visit your blog frequently, can i be 🎼 anon? if you'd want it!

XHAHAXSGXHAXSHAHSAHCH ANYWAY that's all, thank u so much for taking the time to write this !

Z.3 — featherless pillow!

PAIRING : SUNNY x READER

WARNINGS : none!! <3

DESC : already mentioned at the top🫶

NOTES : HIII AGAINN🫶🫶 [image by @blululu_ on X/twitter!!]

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IM SOS SORU IF THIS IS SHORT

HE XANT TAAKE IT ANYMROE

touch starved sunny frfr

work is shit; SUNNY’ve arrived at the house, late.

usually, you’d approach him, with crossed arms, exclaiming questions upon his dismay; he didn’t like being yelled at, and, luckily, you two would always end up cuddling together whilst drifting off to dream land.

but, it was already 3am, or about to turn 4am, who knows? it was so late; he was tired, all he thought of as he sauntered up the staircase, was you! cuddling you would always cheer his stressed ass up.

but when he arrived in the bedroom, he grumbled in an instant — silently, though.

everyday, he’d always try his best to return home IMMEDIATELY, for cuddles, but also so that you wouldn’t give cuddles to none other than your infamous body pillow. a lousy, featherless pillow! gosh.

this time, he knew he was gonna see this sight; you and your pillow, embracing and enveloping each other’s warmth. eh, this is something silly to be worked up on, so SUNNY never mentions this issue to you.

but he had enough.

quickly, he switched to his pajamas (if only he weren’t so tired, he would’ve flounced in every move) and, with an extremely slow manner, he crawled over your sleeping body, examining your hands as they caressed pillow’s body.

he swore a reminder to himself to make that pillow into a boss in HEADSPACE.

ah, but he was just too tired to manage any thought (he just wanted you LMFAOOA) and before he knew it, his body moved involuntarily — but with extreme cautiousness — as he pulls the pillow out of your arms, and he almost had a seizure of shock when you groaned at the loss of something to cuddle.

hm, that dilemma of yours would only last for long!

carefully, he lifted your arm, then laid beneath it. and, as he made his each move, he held his breath tight.

ah, at last. warmth. your warmth.

he felt lightheaded as soon as he closed his eyes, melting into your embrace, snuggling his forehead upon your neck.

screw that pillow!

the morning sun screamed through the window, shining on both your skins, and eventually waking you up. you sighed, finally reuniting with SUNNY after such a long night!

and as you tried to stand — oh! — “Sunn?”

#omori fanfic #omori #omori x reader #omocat #omori game #omori sunny #oneshots #sunny #sunny omori #sunny x reader

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omoriboii · 2 months

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Mawi Birth

omg yaaay it the birth of the girl yippee

#omori aus #omori dreamscape #omori dreamscape au #omori #omori fanart #dreamscape au #omori fanfic #omori mari #omori something

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dragonfruit-drink · 20 days

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auby hour

vv sketch vv

i promise its not 20 x 20 pixels i hate tumblr

#digital art #aubrey omori fanart #omori art #aubrey omori #omori fanart #omori fandom #omori fanfic #omori faraway #faraway town #omori game #omori #omori aubrey

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nav-i-nav · 2 months

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“We found Basil tending to his garden, as usual! He was so confused when we whisked him away towards the forest! Just wait until he sees what we prepared for him! I bet he’s going to love it!”

📷🌻 Happy birthday, Basil! 🌻📷

Small one-shot for my AU below… thank you if you read it….!

"Hurry up, Basil!" Aubrey urged, pushing the mint-haired boy with all of her strength, her large ribbon bouncing on top of her head with each step she took. The girl huffed and puffed, almost tripping and knocking the gardener over in the process. Nevertheless, she continued, her cheerful but bossy tone echoing throughout the flower field the four friends were passing through."Or else we're not going to make it on time for your surprise birthday party! Mari would be really mad if we–”

As soon as those words left her lips, she stopped dead in her tracks, her smile turning sheepish as she rubbed the back of her neck. "Oops.…"

Next to her, a short boy with messy hair let out a loud groan, puffing his cheeks in annoyance.

"Great job, Aubrey!" He exclaimed with disdain. Next to him, Sunny narrowed his eyes and clicked his tongue in disproval. "You ruined it!"

"It was an honest accident, okay?! No need to be such a jerk over it…" The girl snapped back at him, turning around to face him and crossing her arms. "Besides, you almost spilled the beans when you dragged Basil away from his garden anyway, so don't try to act like you know how to keep a secret either, Chico!"

Aubrey then returned her attention to Basil with the same shy expression, ignoring Chico's protests as she clasped her hands together and closed her eyes. “Can you please act surprised once we get to the treehouse? Mari and Hero worked really hard to get everything ready for the party and I’d be really sad if all their hard work went to waste because of me.”

Basil simply shrugged, a small teasing smile forming on his lips as he giggled. “What party?”

The girl let out a big sigh of relief, giving him a thankful nod before she nudged him forward. “Well, let’s keep moving then! We can’t waste any more time standing around here like a couple of lost sprout moles!” As she said that, she shot Chico an accusatory glare, to which the boy replied with an offended “What?!”

“Oh, quit playing dumb!” Aubrey tapped her foot against the ground, her brows furrowing as she pressed her lips together. “You know as well as I do that if it weren’t for you and your stupid obsession to prove you’re strong, we wouldn’t be running late!”

“It’s not stupid!” Chico argued back, placing his hands on his hips and rolling his eyes. “If we hadn’t dealt with those sprout moles who knows what might’ve happened. What if someone got hurt?”

“Since when do you care if someone gets hurt or not? All you wanted was to show off!”

“Did not!”

“You so did!”

“You’re such a liar!”

“Guys…” Basil let out an awkward laugh, stepping in between the two of them. “If you keep arguing like this, we definitely won’t make it to the treehouse in time.”

Aubrey opened her mouth, ready to protest, but she simply huffed and nodded, crossing her arms and looking away from Chico. “Fine.”

Basil waited.

Three.

Two.

On–

"But we definitely wouldn't have had to take so many twists and turns if it weren’t for Chico always fooling around. Hmph!”

There it is.

“That’s not true!”

“Yes it is!”

“Nuh-uh! Both you and Sunny kept getting distracted as well! Stop acting as if it’s all my fault!”

Basil sighed, giving up trying to get his friends to listen to him. Why did all their conversations have to end with the two of them fighting? He knew neither of them was actually upset, but still… Couldn’t they at least try to get along just once?

At least they managed to find this field of flowers after having to take so many shortcuts. All the flowers were different shades of blue and purple, their petals gently swaying in the summer breeze. Basil had made sure to take note of all the different kinds of plants he found as they made their way amongst the grass. Ah, if only they could stop for a little while so he could take in the scenery better…

Well, there was no benefit in dwelling over it. And he could always come back here another day. But the sky was so pretty…

Slowly, Basil pulled out his camera, focusing the lens on the flowers. He held his breath, and…

Click!

The photo slowly slid down into his hand, the gardener grasping the Polaroid with care as he waited for the image to fully develop. Slowly, the colors began burning into the paper, all the hues mixing together to reveal a beautiful scenery.

The mint-haired boy smiled, satisfied, and put the photo in his pocket, he didn’t want it to be damaged until he could place it in the photo album, after all. He couldn’t wait to show everyone. Sunny would probably want to draw–

He snapped back from his thoughts, looking back at his friends.

“Where’s Sunny?”

Aubrey and Chico stopped their bickering, the two of them turning back to Basil with confused expressions, confusion that quickly turned to shame. Basil’s smile soon vanished as he let out a sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose. That was all he needed to know.

“He wandered off on his own, didn’t he?”

No response.

That was all he needed to know. Basil shook his head, looking around the flower field to see if he could find any trace of his best friend. Unfortunately for him, Sunny proved to be quite the sneaky one, as there were no footprints to follow. He pressed his lips together, before taking another deep breath and putting on a bright smile, his tone cheerful and calm. “Th-that’s okay! We’ll just have to look for him. I doubt he got too far away, so why don’t we split up? The field isn’t that big, anyway.”

“Good idea, Basil!” Right away, Aubrey nodded, already bouncing on her feet as she looked around. “I’ll take the left and Chico can take the right!”

“Why do I–”

“And Basil,” Aubrey continued through gritted teeth, shooting Chico another warning stare. “can go back to where we came from to see if Sunny went back.”

Before Chico could try to argue again, the gardener hummed in agreement, pressing his hands together. “Sounds like a plan! Let’s meet up here in five minutes, okay?”

His friends answered with an “Okay.” at the same time, though Chico was clearly still upset about having to follow Aubrey’s lead, grumbling under his breath as he walked away. Likewise, Aubrey’s bow kept bouncing up and down as the girl cheerfully hopped away. She reminded him of a bunny.

Once he was alone, Basil began walking back the way they came, scanning his surroundings as he tried to find any sign of his best friend. As he walked, he couldn’t help but hum a little tune to himself, his hands brushing against the forget-me-nots and lavenders’ soft petals. The flowers’ fragrance filled his nostrils, making him calm down. Despite how he tried to keep his composure, in truth, he was a little afraid. By all means, he didn’t doubt Sunny was strong enough to take care of himself, and he wasn’t one to rush into battle, but this was still an unknown place, as pretty as it was.

Aubrey always told him he worried too much about them, but he couldn’t help it. He loved his friends more than anything, so if anything were to happen to them….

Basil always made sure his friends stayed safe. It was a bit tiring, sure, but caring for those he was closest to always filled him with a warm sense of fulfillment and peace. He did feel a little bad from time to time, constantly chasing after them and nagging them to be careful, feeling like he was being too pushy or too nosy, but they never seemed to mind. Well, except for Chico… hehe…

He kept walking until he caught a glimpse of a blue rose out of the corner of his eye. Curious, Basil crouched down, reaching his hand out towards the flower. As his fingertips traced the edges of the flower’s petals, he couldn’t help but feel mesmerized by it. He had never seen a rose such as this. What was such a rare flower doing all alone, surrounded by so many different flowers?

He had the urge to take it back with him and care for it so he could show it to his friends. Something about it was so unique and appealing that he just couldn’t leave it here and–

“Ouch!” Basil winced, taking away his hand as one of its thorns managed to pierce through his gloves and prick his finger. He could feel his eyes tearing up a little due to the pain. As he took off his glove and examined his hand, he could see a thin trail of blood slowly dripping from the tip of his ring finger. Despite the thorn’s small size, the cut stung quite a bit.

“I guess I deserve that.” Basil chuckled, shaking his hand to get rid of the blood. Indeed, he had been selfish and didn’t consider what would happen to the rose had he tried to pluck it. Maybe there was a reason it chose to bloom surrounded by so many different flowers. He hummed, rummaging through his pockets as he looked for a bandaid for his injury.

As he did, he couldn’t help but muse. He hadn’t changed, had he? He cared for his friends, yes, but he did so because he was afraid they would leave him if he did something wrong. He did his best to smile and be kind, but sometimes it was quite tiring to chase after Chico or to remind Sunny to take a break from drawing. Sometimes he’d even have to stop Hero from taking on another chore even if he was already very busy.

Just now he had thought about how exhausting it was to constantly have to play peacemaker whenever Aubrey and Chico argued. But, was it so wrong to feel that way?

Basil ran his hand through his hair as he stood up, a small, resigned sigh leaving his lips. He shouldn’t be feeling this way. He should be grateful he had such good friends! Sure, they could be a little rowdy and careless from time to time, but at the end of the day, they were still kids. And he was one too. He couldn’t act like he was more mature than them just because he wasn’t as impulsive as them, now could he?

To be honest, the gardener wished he could have some of the bravery and enthusiasm they had. Although he didn’t like exploring as much as his friends, he was always coaxed into accompanying them. It was fun, but also a bit too extreme for his taste…

Oh well…

As he heard his friends’ quick footsteps and cheerful voices growing closer, Basil took one last look at the lonely blue rose hidden in the grass.

Maybe one day he’ll be able to do as he pleases.

But for now, he’s more than happy simply tagging along in his friend’s adventures.

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vivavivahappychuluchuchu · 1 year

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helloooo! i hope your having a good day!

could i please request sunny, basil, kel, aubrey, mari, and hero (basically the MCs, also seperatly) walking in on the reader doing SH? it would be cool if it was angst turned into fluff. Its okay if you dont want to! If you do then please take your time i wont mind :)

Hurts me too

Sunny, Basil, Kel, Aubrey, Mari, Hero x reader (separate)

A/n: thank you so much for the request!! I hope you enjoy and remember to take care of yourself! My dms are open if you need to talk to anyone 🫶 also I do not condone this kind of coping method! I am also not encouraging it! If you do this, please make sure to seek help if you can and stay safe!

Warnings: SH, blood, crying, panic attacks, swearing, omori spoilers, reader wears a skirt in basil’s but is otherwise gn

Sunny

“Fuck… oh my god, fuck..!”

You held your head in your hands, tears cascading down your cheeks as you tried to take deep breaths, but to no avail.

“I can’t do this… not here… not now”

You were staying over at Sunny’s house; everything was fine before you saw the grand piano in the music room, untouched… collecting dust. It just reminded you of her all over again. After you’d tried so hard to forget.

You stumbled into his bathroom, unsure of whether you had locked the door or not… your mind was too hazy to tell. Your shaking hands reached for his cupboard, knocking various items over as you frantically searched for something- anything that you could use to hurt yourself right now.

Your fingers grasped a razor, unused by the looks of it, as you picked apart the hooks holding the blades: slicing your fingers as you ripped them out, cussing as they fell to the floor.

Frantically picking them up, you lifted your shorts and began cutting. You could already feel yourself calming down as your heavy sobs transitioned into short gasps for air, sucking in as you glided the blade across your thigh.

“…what are you doing?”

You dropped the blade once again as you looked at the door. Sunny stood there, his eyes not meeting yours- staring down at the blood from your leg dripping onto the floor. His face varied from his usual blank expression, eyebrows furrowing in confusion and worry as he cautiously stepped into the room.

He crouched down beside you, wordlessly reaching into the cupboard under the sink as he pulled out a first-aid kit and placed down antiseptic and some bandages. Still not saying a word, he cleaned and bandaged your wounds, his hands acting carefully and quickly as he tied the bandage; you saw the slight shake in them, though, as he placed his hands on yours and looked into your eyes.

“…please… don’t do that…”

His voice was quiet as you felt your eyes filling with tears yet again, biting your lip as Sunny wrapped his arms around you in a hesitant, yet comforting hug.

“I’m sorry you feel this way.”

His tone was laced with sincerity as you cried into his shoulder, shaking your head as you gripped his shirt.

“It-its okay… thank you”

You wiped your tears, mustering up a smile at him as he nodded and smiled slightly back.

“Any time”

Basil

You couldn’t take it anymore. Aubrey and her gang were getting to rough for you. You could hardly go anywhere without them finding you and saying or doing something that left you in shambles. Why couldn’t you just have a good day?

You slammed your door, searching your drawer es for your exacto knife as you sat on your bed and began cutting.

“Are you okay?”

You looked up at your boyfriend Basil, fighting back tears as your hands shook. You dropped the blade in your hands and it clattered against the floor as he crept into the room, his face contorting in sadness with each step he took. You had forgotten you’d invited him over.

“I’m.. uh- I’m sorry for just walking in like that..-I did knock! But um.. you didn’t answer… so I… got worried” his voice was shaking as he cautiously sat down beside you on your bed, keeping a safe distance in between the both of you in case you didn’t want him there.

He looked down at your hands; they fiddled with the hem of your skirt as your tugged it down to hide your scars, noticing his gaze. He sighed slightly and hesitantly placed a hand over both of yours, ceasing your fiddling as you widened your eyes at his boldness.

“Listen… I- I know how you feel… and if you need to talk… or vent… or just.. anything, come to me, okay? Please?” He squeezed your hands comfortingly “it really hurts me to see you like this…”

“I’m sorry…”

He frantically moved his hand off yours, raising it to your shoulder as you shook with your sobs.

“No… y/n… don’t apologise” he winced as you buried your face in your hands, crying uncontrollably as he pulled you closer to him and ran his fingers through your hair, kissing your temple as you sobbed.

“It’s okay… you’re okay…”

You hiccuped in between each gasp for air as he shushed you gently.

“I’m right here”

Kel

No… no, no… not this again…

You woke up with a start, jumping as your teacher dropped a pile of books on your table.

“I hope you were having a nice dream, y/n.”

No you were not.

He pushed the books towards you harshly.

“Unfortunately, while you were asleep, we had already discussed and partly read all of these; so if you wouldn’t mind, I’d like a full essay on all four of these books by Monday” his voice was full of evil as you shoved them into your bag, glaring at him as he walked back to the front of the room. Kel looked at you and mouthed an ‘are you okay?’ As you simply looked down at your feet in response. Friday last periods were always the worst.

You walked down the road and out the gate on your way home, Kel rambling on about god knows what as you thought about your recurring nightmare:

Mari… hanging from that very tree… her neck twisted into an impossible position as her mouth and eyes were wide open and gaping with a vast darkness leading to nothingness. You can’t get her image out of your head.

“Y/n, are you okay?” Kel brought you out of your thoughts as you mustered up a smile and nodded your head in response.

“I’m fine! You don’t need to walk me all the way home, Kel, I’m fine from here!” You turned around and walked down your street as Kel stared after you, confused “I’ll see you tomorrow!!”

Kel hummed and walked the rest of the way to his house, thinking of you for the rest of the day.

By Saturday, Kel was starting to get worried.

He hadn’t seen you all day and on top of that you wouldn’t answer his texts!

Were you having a bad day?

Had he done something wrong?

“Mom, I’m heading out! I’ll be back soon!” Kel yelled from the front door, swinging it open before his mother could protest about it.

As he walked to your house, he grew increasingly more worried.

What if you didn’t want to see him?

What if you hated him?

What if…

What if it happened again?

He brushed that thought from his mind, knocking on your door and waiting for a response. After around a minute, he knocked again.

“Y/nnnnn? Are you home?”

His hand reached for the door handle, twisting the knob as he walked into the house; he knew it was rude, but he didn’t really have much choice, at this point.

“Y/n? Are you here?” He walked up the stairs, stopping in front of your room as he raised his hand to knock. He paused. Was that… crying?

He swung the door open, not even bothering to knock as he found you on your bedroom floor, razor blade in hand as blood poured from your forearms and thighs.

“Holy shit! Y/n what did you do?” As he said that, more tears left your eyes as Kel rushed towards you, snatching the blade from your hands as he threw it across the room, gently pulling you up from the ground (also being mindful not to touch your open wounds with his probably dirty hands) as he brought you to the bathroom and searched for a first aid kit.

He was silent as he patched you up, a miserable look adorning his features.

“What happened?”

He placed a hand on your knee, circling his thumb over past scars and wincing slightly at the sight of them.

“…I don’t…” you tried to speak, but found that no words would leave your mouth. More tears sprung to your eyes as Kel brushed a stray strand of hair being your ear and kissed away your tears “…i-…” your mouth hung open, your fingernails digging into your skin in frustration; noticing this, Kel pried your hands away, holding them in is as he stroked his thumb over your knuckles.

“Y/n… i dont know what’s going on, or why you do this to yourself, but- please- just… text me, or call me or come find me or something! I can’t live with myself and call myself a good boyfriend if I just let you hurt yourself like this! I can’t imagine how long you’ve had to deal with this alone, but I’m here now and I want to help… please?”

You silently nodded your head as you placed it against his chest, wrapping your arms around him as he reciprocated the embrace.

Mari

You cried harder than you’ve ever cried before as you dragged the knife across your skin. Why did things have to be this way? Why did you feel like this? You didn’t know.

Meanwhile, Mari hurried up the stairs to your room, ready to surprise you only to find you curled up on the floor, a bloodied knife in your hands.

“Y/n! Y/n, oh my god! Are you okay? Where are you hurt?” She tenderly placed a hand on your back, using her other one to pry the knife from your fingers as she put it out of your reach “y/n I need to see where you’re hurt, okay? Please?” You slowly sat up as she saw your forearms littered with cuts, her breath catching in her throat “oh, y/n…”

She pulled you into a hug, shushing you gently as you cried into her shoulder, a few of her own tears slipping out despite her trying to stay strong for you.

“I love you… I love you so much y/n” her voice was soft as she pulled away and caressed your tear stained cheeks “please don’t do this to yourself” her thumbs wiped away tears that poured down your face as she kissed your nose, your forehead, your eyelids and all over your face causing you to eventually break out into giggles.

“There’s that smile!” She finally kissed you on the lips, taking you by surprise “I love you” she said again, smiling at you reassuringly as she pulled up your arm and kissed your scars, making your chest swell “I love all of you”

Hero

You’re such an idiot.

You are such an idiot!

Hero tutored you all those times… he took time out of his already busy week to help you… he went through all that trouble… and the best you could get was 32%?! That wasn’t even a pass!

Your heart dropped as you saw the scores of people around you:

…67%…73%…85%…98%..?

You’re such a failure.

“What did you get?” You slammed your paper face down onto the desk as hero looked over from his seat next to you, too embarrassed to even look at him.

“…it doesn’t matter.” Your voice was low as hero shook his head, placing his hand over yours as you shied away.

“It does! You spent so long studying, your score can’t be that bad!” He pulled his hand away as you abruptly stood up, grabbing your paper and stuffing it into your bag as you left the room, mumbling a quiet ‘it is’ as you walked past him.

By the time you had made it back to your dorm, you had a numerous amount of missed calls and messages from him, but you couldn’t bring yourself to even look at the notifications.

He would be so disappointed if he knew what I got.

God I’m so, so stupid! You hit your head harshly with your fist as you crouched to the ground. Thank god your roommates were out.

You made your way to the bathroom, swinging open the door as it hit the wall with a bang; hopefully you wouldn’t have to pay repairs for that later. You rummaged around in the cupboard for a while before coming across your small box full of blades, pulling it out and sitting on the floor as you fished one out and dragged it across your skin in frustration.

Why do I have to be so dumb?

Why am I always such a disappointment?

Hero probably thinks I’m pissed off at him.

I’m such a horrible person.

I’m such a horrible partner.

He could have someone so much better, but he’s stuck with a dumb, stupid, ignorant person like me.

Why can’t I just be better?

“I should just die.”

“Y/n?!”

Your head shot up as you saw hero standing in the doorway to the bathroom, his face horrified as he looked down at you.

“Jesus Christ… what happened? God… fuck… okay… it’s okay… just.. just stay there, okay? Do you have a first aid kit?” You sat there, in a state of shock as he crouched down in front of you and grabbed a chunk of toilet paper and pressed it to your leg. You hadn’t even realised how badly you were bleeding. You hadn’t even realised he had come in.

“Y/n? Are you okay? Do you have a first aid kit?” He looked you in the eyes as you slowly nodded and he followed your gaze to the cupboard “okay, keep applying pressure to that wound, alright?” He stood up and brought the small box over, his worry worsening as he saw the amount he had to work with.

“You need to press harder than that,” he placed a hand over yours, pressing down on your leg as you winced in pain “I know it hurts, I’m sorry, honey” he rummaged through the box with one hand as he kept the other pressed on your leg, pulling out bandages and antiseptic as he removed the toilet paper and grabbed some more, soaking it in the antiseptic before pressing it to your wound once again, a pained cry coming from your throat.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, love, it’s the only way” you held onto his free arm and dug your nails into his skin as tears dripped onto the floor from the pain. After a solid 30 seconds, hero lifted the antiseptic and grabbed the roll of bandages; placing a hand under your knee to lift your leg, he wrapped the around several times before pinning it in place.

He let out a long breath, raising a hand to stroke your hair as you let go of his arm; Instead raising your hands to your face as you cried.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry, I’m so stupid! God..!” You yelled in between your sobs as hero continued to caress your hair, pulling you to his chest as you continued to cry.

“Dont apologise, honey, it’s okay… it’s okay” he wrapped his arms around you properly; he wasn’t entirely sure if he was comforting you or himself with his constant reassurance. It’s okay… you won’t end up like her… it’s okay.

#sunny x reader #basil x reader #kel x reader #mari x reader #hero x reader #omori fandom #omori fanfic #omori game #omori kel #omori x reader #omori mari #omori x reader comfort #omori comfort #omori basil

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shemdraws · 4 months

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"Simple, modest and perfect... just like Sunny."

Omori 3rd Anniversary

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wayway01 · 1 year

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#omori #omori hero #omori mari #marihero #fanart #omori fanart #omori comic #omori fanfic #jeremy zucker #video game art #mari x hero #art #comic #doodles

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nikfishstix · 11 months

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You Are Perfect to Me~✨

Canon Typical Basil Moment

#drawing #art #digital art #fanart #artists on tumblr #fandom #omori fanfic #omori fandom #omori basil #omori fanart #omori #basil #basil art #basil omori #doodle #comic #omori comic #angst

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asokel · 2 months

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and agaaain from @moonwhyiam fics

This is a translation of a piece from fanfic, I am publishing it with her permission. (actions take place on a train, the main song of the fanfic is Mitski – Because Dreaming Costs Money, My Dear)

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calm and quiet. they spent all the past days together, and now they are together, and they will spend the new year together, now it will always be like that. he will no longer be lonely and scared, everything is different now. then why is it so sad? everything was fine, and he felt sad, he wanted to climb onto the shelf next to Sunny, settle down next to him and feel that he was warm, that he was breathing regularly and deeply

the pine trees continued to flash one by one, and the wheels quietly knocked

so many good things happened, it became melancholy only out of habit. just Basil's bad habit. he won't wake up Sunny.

"I can still smell the fire

Even though it's long died out

The smoke still hangs in my hair

And on some quiet evenings it burns my eyes"

the song sounded quietly in the headphones, but it seemed to Basil that it was drowning out everything around and ringing like broken glass, eating deeper and deeper under the very skin.

"So darling, play your violin

I know it's what you live for

Darling, play your violin

We will manage somehow"

What kind of strange fear is this? His fingers squeezed the blanket tightly, and Basil closed his eyes to hold back the tears that were coming. he won't wake up Sunny.

he was sitting here again, alone, and the bed seemed prohibitively large for him alone. It's cold and dark here

"Darling, play your violin

We will manage somehow"

He gathered air into his lungs and a quiet, guilty voice cut through the silence:

-sunny?

(sorry if the translation is wrong somewhere, I used a translator)

#sunflower omori #omori game #omori fanart #omori sunny #omori basil #omori fanfic #omori #fanart

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aubreymustdie · 18 days

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there she is!!

black sheep aubrey :)

(yes, my style costantly changes. don't mind it)

#omori black sheep #omori #omori aubrey #omori aubrey fanart #omori fanfic #omori fanart

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betweendisorders · 23 days

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fandom: omori pairing(s): sunny/basil summary:

Sunny grew up on Sunday school stories. Sometimes, when he lays with Basil, he still thinks of them. (Or: Sunny, after living with Basil for months, had started to get used to him turning the stove-tops on and back off again.)

new fic who dis (i'm kind of proud of this one ngl)

#omori #omori fanfic #my writing #sunflower #omori sunflower

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zedrine · 6 months

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hi, it's the anon who first requested that sunny reverse comfort! .. i have come back again..!!!!

can i request for a sunny from omori x reader doing pocky game (established relationship!!)

can be post game if you'd like! thank youuu <3

Z.2 — pocky game w/ sunny >:D

PAIRINGS : SUNNY x Reader

WARNINGS : none!! :D

DESC : mentioned at the top! <3

NOTES : ENDJGJENSBCBFKE HI AGAINNNN

You popped into the room, jolly as you held a Pocky box behind your back, “Suuunnnn?~”

He sighed — “Yes?” — he shot up a glare at you, frowning, he was busy writing down his essay for school.

“Can we.. play a game, please?” You softly grinned, hoping he’d get off that paper he’s been working on for, I don’t know, maybe two hours?

Sighing once more, SUNNY responded, with frustration, “Fine.”

“Oh–” you didn’t quite think he’d agree so quickly.

Both of you then sat on the couch as you revealed the Pocky box — “Oh, God,” he rolled his eyes, “Kel, right?”

You smirked as if you were a Kel dupe, “Yes, he told me to do it with you,” you nudged his shoulder jokingly as you opened the box, then the packaging, “he told me you’d enjoy the game!”

“I don’t like that [favorite flavor] one,” he blandly stated, quite cruel and direct if you asked me. “Oh, hush!” You took a Pocky stick out; you would get the flavor part and he the bread.

“So…?” he looked at you, begging for instructions of the game with his eyes.

“Okay, so—” that’s a lot of so’s, “—both of us have to slowly bite our way through the Pocky, but, whoever accidentally bites the Pocky off or gets to the middle first, loses.”

“What if we kiss?” he asked; you stayed silent.

You tried your best to suppress a smirk, grin, smile. How could one be so naïve?

“Anyway,” you said — a chuckle let out — as you pointed the Pocky between your mouth and his, again, you had the flavor part, “good game.”

The game started; both of you started nibbling on the Pocky, you looked up at him, but he only looked at his distance in the Pocky.

Then, it broke!

“Dang it– YOU did that!” You pointed at SUNNY, who stared blankly at you, “No,” he mumbled.

“Ugh,” you rolled your eyes, “whatever.” You took another Pocky stick, this time, cruelly and tauntingly, he had the flavor; “You must hate me, don’t you?”

“Hush,” you aligned the stick again, then the game began again. Nibble, nibble, both of you were close to the middle, then–

In just a mere moment, the stick disappeared — you were kissing him!

The kiss, surprisingly (as you thought he’d pull away immediately), lasted for long… long… and long…

“Pweh!” he exclaimed — ouch — as you retorted, “Uhm, excuse me??” Offended you were, how could he say that, to your perfectly lip-glossed lips? :(

“Sorry, sorry,” he wiped his lips, “the Pocky flavor—” but only because his saliva slightly dripped out from his cough, “—I don’t like it, I told you.”

You sighed; well, at least he was honest, “Yeah, whatever.”

You took another Pocky stick; he had the bread part.

Game started, nibbling, the room was quiet. Cold.

But, as an apology, he nibbled quite faster, so he got to the middle first to lose, willingly — “Haha!” you chortled triumphly; he smiled, a rare sight, but you failed to notice.

“I’m good at this game~!” You proudly reveled, reaching down for another stick, but, just then, his hand held yours (the hand you’re using to get the sticks, by the way.)

“Hm?–”

You looked up, but then he leaned in, much further than he planned to; kiss count, number two.

But this time, it was shorter, yet more passionate that the previous one — heartfelt, or maybe it was because he was the one who initiated it?

Nevertheless, he felt, quite strange too. Dear Sister, please help… he prayed in his head, help, help help!!!!

Blood came rushing to your cheeks — mostly his, though, he kept his head down — “Sunn?”

He breathed shallowly, Crap, he thought, “Y-Yeah?”

He kept his head down, his dandruff was showing — no, no, just kidding — embarrassed by what he’d done. You were still in shock from the sudden kiss, that you accidentally stayed silent.

“S-Sorry,” again, he apologized, thinking he caused the tension in the air. (Man, I just wanna hug him so badly)

You exhaled through your nose in relief, “Heyy,” you lifted up his chin, but he averted eye contact, “it’s okay, I’m sorry…”

You cupped his cheeks, then gave him quick, big pecks everywhere on his face, to his dismay, he kept yelling; “Stop!–” mwah, “–you taste like–” mwah, “[the flavor of the Pocky]!!” mwah.

You then stopped the kissing, pouting, “Oh, so you don’t like my kisses?” still cupping his cheeks as you stared right into his soul.

“No, no, I didn’t mean that…” He murmured, leaning into your palms, and caressing the back of them. Still avoiding looking in your eyes, though, even after all those verbs.

Softly, you kissed his forehead, “I love you too~”

He responded to that, but only I knew — “I love you more,” he whispered, or mouthed, but you didn’t hear.

JANXBDJAKSJDRNNDD im soooo sorry if this is so sloppy SNXNFNDND ITS LIKE 11PM HERE ND I AHVE SCJOOL TOMORROW😭😭😭 i RLLY RRLYYY hope u like this one☹️💔

#omori #omori x reader #writing #omori fanfic #omori game #omocat #omori sunny #sunny omori #sunny x reader #sunny #x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #game #video game #romance #oneshot #oneshots

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