#tell me your stories

[justice4billiam]

I'm gonna title this :

Nose Ring

Y'all wanna hear an embarrassing thing that happened to me today? 🤭😂😭

So. I have a nose ring. I've had a nose ring for YEARS. I had just recently changed the stud to a hoop again. Not that big of a deal, right?

UNTIL IT SNAGS ON YOUR HOODIE AS YOUR TAKING IT OFF AND YOU GET STUCK WITH THE HOODIE OVER YOUR HEAD.

Naturally, I panicked 🙂

Cuz that bish HURT. It was stuck good and proper.

I panicked and started reeling backwards. REALLY FAST.

Oops forgot to mention, I WAS AT THE CINEMA.

There were people everywhere outside the movie rooms because it was right before the movie I was seeing started(Lisa Frankenstein in case anyone was wondering)

So there I was, my hoodie snagged over my head and like I said practically panic-walking backwards like a freaking cat who got a plastic bag stuck around its neck.

I walked so fast and suddenly that I might of accidently took out a pack of adolescent preteens.

Okay no, “might” I DID TAKE OUT A PACK OF ADOLESCENT PRE-TEENS.

They fell like a bunch a bowling pins 😭

STRIKE.

It would of been funnier to me in the moment too….

Except you see, now I'm on the ground…and still have the goddamn hoodie stuck over my head.

A voice above me interrupted the pity party I was having on the floor.

“Do you need help, miss?”

Yes. Yes I did.

This angel of a human that I DID NOT know, crouched down to me and stuck his hand into my hoodie hole, ROTATED the hoop in my nose until he could unhook the 2 asshole objects apart.

There is was FREEDOM.

I pulled that hoodie so quickly off my head, smiling like a dumb idiot until I made eye contact with the guy that saved me.

HELLO, A STRAIGHT TEN. Bro was rocking a short little mullet and wearing a Megadeth t-shirt, had the face of a fucking angel.

So naturally, I gawked a little bit. (leave me alone. I'm disoriented😭)

This man IS SMIRKING at me, asking if I'm alright.

NO SIR, IM NOT ALRIGHT. A HOT PERSON JUST WATCHED ME BOWL A STRIKE WITH A HOODIE OVER MY HEAD.

The whole time I'm still on the floor and he's casually crouched over me. He's talking to me, saying actual words but all I could think about is how this dude just had his finger up my nose.

Hot guy helped me up.

And I got a good look at my surroundings to notice…those preteens were not happy 🤭.

Now, you'd think I ran away out of embarrassment and vowed to never come back to the cinema….

I DID NOT. I said my sorrys and oogled the metal angel a little more before marching my ass into that theater and watching the dang movie I came to see.

Yes I liked the movie.

And yes I changed that hoop back into a stud immediately 🥲

Do y'all have any embarrassing stories?

#welcome to my blog #this is my life #help #i wish I could say this was the most embarrassing thing that happened to me #it's not #friends #hot person #if you see this #pretend you didnt see this #stories #tell me your stories #😭😭😭😭😭 #trending #my moots🖤 #eddie munson lookalike #modern eddie munson #T journal series

[jmazzaroth]

All the world is indeed a stage, and we are merely players, performers and portrayers 🪐🌿

#guys who smoke #guys with beards #guys who do weed #420 #marijuana #smoke with me #cannabis #tell me your stories

[as8bakwthesage]

Every Inch (Narrator/Self Insert)

“So you sing?” He asked me genuinely yet obviously with the intention of gathering information. I couldn’t help the smile as he side-eyes me with a smug grin.

“Yes, I do.” I reply tersely, not giving him the satisfaction as he hums under his breath before he opens his mouth and I cut him off. “And no, I won’t sing.”

“Aw, but Sage, you didn’t hear what I was going to say! You can’t just assume what I was going to ask, you naughty one!” He teased me. I look him in the eyes.

“Fine, go on.” I give him the pleasure.

“Will you sing for me?��� He pondered aloud, and I grin immediately.

“No, I’m not singing.” I repeated, rolling my eyes in jest. The Narrator chuckled with that smugness that told me he would somehow convince me otherwise.

“Oh, come now. You can’t be that horrible.” He said, and I exhaled, shaking my head in mock disappointment.

“That is not how you convince someone to sing for you, Narry.” I teased, and he huffed indignantly.

“Well, I felt it was worth a shot.” He replied. I couldn’t help the smile as I saw him smile ever so slightly. He wasn’t truly that hung up about me rejecting his inquiry.

However...

I couldn’t help the urge suddenly. I don’t know why, but I actually didn’t want to NOT sing before him. At the time, I did not know why I chose this song in that moment, but I could not say I regretted it.

He is light, he is music, he is mine I could lose myself in his eyes There's an ocean deep and wide And I'm being pulled by the tide

I took notice of his eyes, the way they light up upon hearing me sing. He seemed to be enchanted, lost in thought yet solely focused on me. And the lyrics ring true, I can simply lose myself in his eyes, in his words. I couldn’t help the smile as I continued singing.

He's a melody, He's a muse He's a remedy to the blues He's a feeling I never knew

I don’t know why, but I look at him when I sing this part. I tell myself I wanted to address him as I sing, like an audience. But I know this is wrong inside.

He is night, he is day He is sunrise, he is rain And I say let it pour I have been waiting for someonе like him Something like this I'm in love with you Every inch of you

I step closer, smiling up at him, but I was surprised when he grabs me and takes me into a slow yet elegant waltz. I pause for a moment, but continue after a moment.

He is grace, he is beauty, what a face I could lose myself in his embrace He's an absolute work of art His heart is beating just for me I can hardly breathe Fell down, down the well Under his spell He's a feeling that I've never felt

I mean those words as I avoid his piercing yet longing gaze. He is an absolute work of art, although I try to put it out of my mind, I know its what I feel. I don’t know why it bothers me. No... why it entices me. I silence my thoughts as I lean in without meaning to, but I commit.

He's the sun, he's the moon He's the roses in full bloom And they'll bloom forever more I have been waiting for someone like him Something like this I'm in love with him Every inch of him

My heart was pounding, and he was dancing with me, smiling. He had a lovely smile and when it was genuine, it lit up my entire world. I have been waiting for someone like him to come into my life. Someone who cares, someone who likes me for who I am. I was smiling too. I had it bad. Fuck.

Every inch, every inch Every inch of you

He and I finally locked eyes and I swear I saw him hitch his breath as he looked so utterly lost yet enchanted. I knew my own gaze was much the same. I didn’t know how to feel as I do my best to catch my breath.

Every inch, every inch Every inch of you

He takes me closer and cups my chin, looking down at my lips and then back to my eyes. Something in them must have given him permission because he presses me against him and we stop dancing.

I'm in love with you Every inch of you Every inch

As I sing the final lines, he sings them with me and I swear I could feel my heart skip a beat as his face is so close. A few more tantalizing gazes and needy stares before he strokes my face.

I should expect it when he locks his lips with mine, but I don’t. His lips feel soft yet warm on mine as he kisses me slowly yet amorously. He poured something into it that I recognised but did not dare put words to.

But I could not say no, for I wanted it too. I kissed him back, moaning ever so slightly. He will destroy me at this rate as he presses me close and keeps me there. When we pull away, we’re staring up at each other with no shame or regret. We both know what we want.

No words need to be said as the song hums in the back of my head.

Every inch of you...

(Song: “Every Inch” - Barlow and Bear)

#narrage #the narrator x self insert #the narrator x sage #tell me your stories #one-shot #the stanley parable #the narrator #self shipping #the narrator x reader #fanfiction

[lykos-the-daemon]

im so happy that a majority of my followers have creachur pfps

go you funky creachur go I love it be wild

how many of you have crazy convoluted feelings behind your pfp? too many I bet. iconic behaviour

#creachur #followers #lykos speaks #I think I should stop spamming daemonism when my crap is just mine lol #so yeah #tell me your stories

[lastoneout]

People don't like to admit it bcs cringe or w/e but Homestuck really did revolutionize the webcomic as a storytelling medium and I am endlessly frustrated that before webcomic artists could really stretch our legs fucking webtoonz swooped in, set a new, more restrictive standard, and then monetized and monopolized the ever living fuck out of the concept of The Webcomic until it drove away anyone who couldn't be a professional quality manga artist for free, and now the only webcomics that actually feel like spiritual successors to Homestuck are so obscure they're basically cult classics that you have to beg people to read.

Like it's just so wild to be in high school and see Homestuck be like "we're using like fifteen different artistic mediums to tell this story bcs we can" and be really fucking inspired by that, only to grow up and see basically every webcomic ever have to conform to One Single Standard or fucking perish.

#I decided I wanted to be a comic artist bcs homestuck inspired me #in the sense that it was like “fuck it tell your story however you want to” #and now it's like “tell your story this one specific way or fucking die” #wtf

[muppetfreak]

Mr. Riordan, it is truly a pleasure getting to experience your second draft.

#seriously tho what an amazing thing for an author #to get to revisit your series years later #and get to make all the tweaks now that you know exactly where the story is going #to go back with your theme crystalized in your head and say 'ok now this time on purpose!' #kiddo and I are enjoying the PJO series immensely #love demigods #wish adhd was real #now excuse me while I add 9 billion tags #percy jackson #pjo tv show #pjo #rick riordan #percy jackson and the olympians #disney+ #pjo series #percy jackson tv show #does this need to be tagged as a spoiler? I don't feel like it does #the suggested hashtag being spelled wrong is just *chefs kiss* #love that for us #anyway if this needs another tag tell me

[sleepy-sunset]

There's something so beautiful about how wonder is contagious. One of my roommates was amazed by the way the sky and clouds appeared during the day when she arrived at our college. She would point out how the dark clouds of the sky looked like the ocean when looked at from upside-down and how the setting sun dyed the clouds in gold, pink, and red. At first I was amused by how awestruck she was, but now I find myself admiring the rays of sunlight peeking through the slits of clouds when walking back to my dorm and checking my phone to find out what time the sunset will be so I can watch it.

#the sky #beautiful skies #pretty skies #sunset #college #college life #college stories #roommates #college experience #friends #tell me #tell me what you think #tell me your stories #I want to know what you find beautiful

[pr0udn3rd]

Anyone else have some crazy ass stories from their childhood that just feel so surreal you don’t even believe them?

#meirl #crazy story #childhood memories #that happened #pm seymor #me irl #thoughts #tell me your stories #story time

[happiestada]

Này xã hội, ngừng phán xét người khác được không?

Hôm nay mình có một câu chuyện muốn kể cho mọi người, thực ra câu chuyện này chẳng có gì đặc sắc, chỉ là nó khiến mình phải suy nghĩ khá nhiều, về cách sống của nhiều người trong xã hội này.

10 giờ sáng, vô tình lướt facebook đọc được 1 bài viết thế này, một bạn nam sắp phải đi du học, trong khoảnh khắc nói lời tạm biệt, bạn nữ bật khóc nức nở, bạn nam ôm lấy bạn nữ và an ủi bạn, xung quan có vẻ rất ồn ào, nhưng giường như hai người đều đang chìm vào thế giới riêng, thế giới của tình yêu, thật đẹp.

Dòng caption nhẹ nhàng “Khoảng cách sẽ chẳng là bao xa nếu ta xem nhau là tất cả”, nhìn xem, tình yêu thật đẹp biết mấy. Theo thói quen, mình ấn nhẹ vào bài viết để đọc bình luận của mọi người, những tưởng bên dưới sẽ là những lời khen cho tình yêu đẹp, những lời chúc hai người sẽ sớm trở về với nhau,... thì mình lại thực sự bị sốc vì hầu như tất cả bình luận đều chỉ hướng đến nội dung “để xem ai cắm sừng ai”, “chẳng được bao lâu đâu”, “để xem có được 3*7=21 ngày không”, “để xem một trong hai người ai sẽ là người mọc sừng cao hơn”,... Thực sự bất lực, trong người mình quả thực cảm thấy khó chịu vô cùng, rõ ràng là một chiếc post tích cực, nhưng mình lại nhìn thấy trong bình luận toàn là những cao nhân không quen biết họ, nhưng đoán trước luôn cả cuộc đời của họ. Này mọi người! xin nhớ rằng trong cuộc sống muôn hình vạn trạng, mỗi người một cuộc đời, không ai giống ai, cuộc đời của các bạn như thế nào, không có nghĩa là cuộc đời của người khác cũng vậy.

Thực ra lúc đó mình đã liên tưởng tới hình ảnh mấy con quỷ mắt thâm đang cầm điện thoại bấm những dòng tin nhắn mỉa mai người khác, cười với hàm răng trắng tinh trong bóng đêm u ám (được rồi, mình xem nhiều phim quá nên trí tưởng tượng cũng có chút phong phú thôi, và sự thật là não mình lúc đó tinh tinh sang hình ảnh này thật). Vậy là...Chẳng chờ bình tĩnh lại, mình cũng góp vui bằng một bình luận thế này “nhiều người bình luận vô duyên mà tưởng mình có duyên lắm hả, nhà tiên tri tương lai hay chui gầm giường người ta mà biết trước tương lai người ta sẽ chia tay vậy” Nói thật, dù bình luận này nghe có vẻ xốc nổi thì mình cũng chẳng quan tâm, vì trong đầu mình chỉ nghĩ xã hội này đi lệch hướng rồi. Gặp tin tức tiêu cực thì bủa vây công kích đã đành, giờ chuyện người ta yêu xa cũng thành chủ đề để họ mang ra phán xét. Và mình gặp thêm một điều còn bất ngờ hơn thế... gần như toàn bộ bình luận phản hồi mình một, sẽ vẫn giữ quan điểm 3*7=21 và hai, sẽ nói mình ngây thơ. Lúc này thì mình thật sự bất lực, vì họ lại suy diễn. Từ đầu đến cuối mình chẳng nói mình nghĩ họ sẽ dài lâu hay sẽ chia tay, vì đó là việc của tương lai, mình cũng chẳng biết họ là ai, chẳng biết câu chuyện của họ là gì, mình chỉ là bất mãn với cách mà mọi người bình luận, và mình tiếp tục là nạn nhân để họ phán xét.

Nhưng thay vì cãi vã, mình đã lựa chọn im lặng. Mình tự hỏi bản thân thế này: “Chọn đi! Hoặc là tiếp tục cãi vã, giành thời gian ra để gõ những câu từ bày tỏ quan điểm của mình, và chẳng ai quan tâm vì ai cũng có lý riêng, cuối cùng chẳng kết luận được ai sai ai đúng, rước thêm bực dọc vào thân. Hoặc là im lặng ngay từ đầu, không quan tâm nữa, vì những người lạ đúng cuối cùng chẳng là ai trong cuộc sống của mình. Họ chẳng cho mình hạnh phúc, lại càng không cho mình tiền. “Và thế là mình lựa chọn im lặng. Ừm, chuyện là thế này, cái duy nhất họ cho mình là cảm xúc tiêu cực, còn nhận hay không là việc của mình. Mình không nhận, đơn giản vậy thôi.

Mình biết rất rõ mỗi chúng ta đều có một thế giới nhỏ của mình, lý lẽ mà mình cho là đúng. Nhưng mình chỉ mong rằng mỗi chúng ta hãy cân nhắc khi bình luận hay thể hiện quan điểm trên mạng xã hội, mạng xã hội giống như con dao hai lưỡi, vô tình hay hữu ý, đều có thể làm người khác tổn thương, chỉ vậy thôi.

#tell me your stories

[sometimescrowpics]

I have always had a dark sense of humor. Example: in first grade around lent (it was a catholic school) the teachers constantly asked me "what are you giving ip for lent?" I once replied " can I give up living?" When I tell you that the look on their faces is priceless.

The teacher's must have had a hart attack. Here they were asking about something innocent to a happy cheerful if quiet 6 year old and getting THAT response? I was fucking with them so hard omg

Looking back on it I was such a little shit.

#little shit #fucking with people #tell me your stories #i wanns know #cathodic #school #6 year olds #humor

[milkbreadtoast]

idk how i want to draw him yet and not ready to make a srs attempt but here's a bad kdj phone doodle lol🚶🏻

#orv #kim dokja #omniscient reader's viewpoint #my art #oh yeah i didnt have ref for this fkdnfn was going off memory of the last (first) time i drew him #i cant do a serious attempt tho bc i havent read the novel so i dont have a clear image of him in my head yet... #(dont want to just copy the webtoon design hastily... if it matches my image thats fine but... idk yet) #my main opinion on the webtoon design is he's too hot/ikemen tho KFJDKDJ (this is what i thought since the beginning) #its like BONES mp100 anime reigen.... kdj is like manga reigen to me /j #but who knows maybe if i catch kdj brainrot i too will start drawing him like a kpop idol out of affection...🤷🏻‍♂️ #like the webtoon artist prob draws kdj pretty bc they love him sm #just like how i draw jys pretty bc of my brainrot... #so who knows maybe that will happen to me too🤷🏻‍♂️ time will tell #my main opinion on webtoon yjh (no one asked): CUTE BUT WHERES THE T1TTY BEL- *voice muffled as i get dragged away* #(copied most of these tags from twit too lazy to retype the commentary) #EDIT: i call him reigen jokingly bc theyre abt the same age but #kdj is also mob core to me.... #in that theyre both protags that dont look flashy and look more like extras/'mob charas' #yet r irrevocably unequivocably the protags of their respective stories #(just as everyone is the protag of your own life! sieze ur narrative! etcetc🖤) #also. both black haired bowlcut havers KJDJS #kdj is reigen coded (derogatory) and mob coded (POS) #hes also a 'con man like reigen..... yep hes def still reigen coded

[bamsara]

being an adult means we can buy or make as much self-indulgent shit (as we can afford) and unironically have trinkets of our fave things cause our teen years was bullied for liking things and hiding/denying we were ever neurodivergent to the point of suicide. sucks for anyone that thinks its weird cringe but I'm going to try and allow myself to love myself in little ways now

#wish i could tell younger me that i wasnt fucked up i was just autistic #even if youre not nd i still think having things you enjoy around you is important especially for your space #so i make a notable effort to get fandom stuff for my younger siblings now #like my lil sister thinks getting demon slayer stuff is cringe cause anime and what not (havent read it sorry) #but her face still lights up when i get her a pin for her #or a blind bag with a character keychain #and very slowly the self hatred and whatever it feels like that youre not allowed to like anything and that anything you like is bad #starts to diminish #my qpp is obsessed with birds and chickens and has so many trinkets around the house for it #or my friend who loves how pretty stained glass looks that his walls are covered in thrifted stain glass pieces #i know an elderly couple who are obsessed with star trek and they have a room in the house purely for shelves stacked with collectables #my friend's dad is so obsessed with spiderman that he has 3 walls full of figurines and posters and collectables that prob amoutn to tons #like i dont get it but i get it #maybe its because im sick rn but im in my head tonight about human loving things and stories and cocepts to the point of comfort #sara shush #ramble

[hansoeii]

the steard is making a return!

#I painted this and suddenly i check instagram and see rhys posted a story of him with a beard #great timing on my side lmao #rhys can you read my mind #or can i read yours? #anyways hot stede making a return #hope i get anons again telling me i draw him too hot #and they were mad about it for some reason #it only motivated me to draw him even hotter #anyways #enjoy #ofmd #our flag means death #steard #stede bonnet #rhys darby #stede bonnet fanart #our flag means death fanart #ofmd fanart #gay pirates #my art

[as8bakwthesage]

Tired (Narrator/Self Insert)

Content Warning: Suicide idealization, discussions of grief, attempted suicide, car accidents/crashes

This is for my own comfort, so imma write some pretty fucked up stuff (my mental health is draining so i wrote this as a hurt/comfort fic for myself)

Sage couldn’t do this anymore.

They couldn’t stand the pain, the sorrow, the anguish. They had sat in the special room that The Narrator had invited them into. It was colourful and bright and warm... but it barely helped.

Several times now The Narrator had to ask them not to go to the staircase. But as they sat and thought, what else was there for now? Their parents didn’t like them, their family didn’t care, they had no friends, and the only person who gave a damn, their brother, was dead.

They could almost hear the sound of his car crashing into the pickup truck. They could see the way it could have smashed. They could picture him getting thrown back and forth, bashing his head...

They weren’t there, but they had seen enough car crashes, been in one, to picture it.

And their brain was merciless. Their emotions were racing, their entire being hurt more than anything. The exhaustion from constantly doing these resets didn’t help either. It was a constant. What end was there? Was there even an end that didn’t result in them getting sent back to the office?

The stairs...

They could try.

After all, what purpose was there to living?

They stood up.

Walked down the hall.

Into the tall room with the stairs.

Up the stairs.

They could hear The Narrator saying things. Mostly about himself and how he didn’t want to go back, how everything was good, how they both should go back to the room.

All about him. All about anything but Sage. That’s how it always was.

It fueled their anger, their emptiness. The Narrator didn’t care about them, he only cared about himself. He wouldn’t miss them, he was too preoccupied with wanting Stanley back. He hadn’t even called them by their actual name even.

“Please, Not-Stanley, think about what you're doing!” He pleaded.

Sure. They knew exactly what they were doing.

They jumped.

“NO!”

Sage hit the floor. Hard. Everything hurt, but especially their legs. They supposed they wouldn’t die from just a simple fall now would they? No, they needed to try again.

“Oh... thank god. You lived. You had me worried there for a moment. Now, can we please get back to the other room?”

So they climbed up yet again.

“You heard me before, didn't you? You. Will. Die. What about this isn't getting through to you?” The Narrator yelled.

But Sage didn’t listen, didn’t care. Why did he pretend to care anyway? He clearly didn’t.

“No! No, no! What are you doing?! Stanley, please I'm asking you not to take this away from me. I can't go back to what I was before! If you die, we won’t know if you will go back! Why are you doing this?!”

Was it really all about him? How could this man be so fucking selfish? Nothing was more important than his own happiness. Besides, he was living in this hell longer than they did, why should they suffer the consequences?

They jumped.

This fall didn’t kill them either. Their legs hurt so much, and they could swear they broke their leg and their spine in some way, but somehow they could still walk. Perhaps The Narrator was keeping them alive somehow? They shook their head, no! He couldn’t take this from them!

“My god, is this really how much you dislike my game? That you'll throw yourself from this platform over and over to be rid of it? You are literally willing to kill yourself to keep me from being happy? Am I reading the situation correctly?”

He sounded... sad, anguished, terrified. But yet it was still about him. Always about him. Him. Him. Him, him him him him him HIM!

They walked up the stairs again.

“You haven’t spoken at all. Please... can you answer me?” He was pleading, his voice was high and he sounded utterly alone. Sage stopped mid-step and froze. The Narrator seemed to recognise this.

“I...” Sage started, before thy sat down and curled up into a ball. Their body ached and their leg was burning, but none of it compared to the sheer emptiness within. “I’m... tired.”

“You’re tired?” The Narrator asked in disbelief. “If you are tired, you could rest, we could rest in Stanley’s apartment! I don’t understand why you are trying to kill yourself-”

“Are you really so stupid?!” Sage snapped, glaring up at the ceiling, failing to notice the tears running down their face. “Use your fucking brain for once, Narrator!”

“I... I don’t understand, what’s going on?” The Narrator asked, his tone hard before it turned soft and gentle. He truly had no idea what Sage meant nor what they wanted. They sniffed.

“I hate myself. I hate this world, not your story, reality. I hate the constant repetition, I hate being alone, I hate thinking about how once I get out of here, there will be nothing left for me when I go back.”

“You shouldn’t hate yourself, and you aren’t alone, you have me. Also, what are you talking about? Don’t you have family or friends?”

Sage snorted, unamused. “There’s a lot to hate, Narrator. And you have never been close to me, you are just a voice, and you don’t actually care about me! All you care about is how I’m an imperfection in your story and how you can’t fucking wait to get rid of me! And no, I have nothing, the only person I loved, the only person who gave a damn about me back home, he is fucking dead!”

They were screaming by the end, their voice was starting to hurt as tears streamed down their face. Eyes blotchy and red, nose runny, lips curled in a snarl. They knew how ugly they looked and they couldn’t stand it. Fuck, the very idea that The Narrator was seeing them cry made them frustrated and annoyed.

There was a long period of silence. Uncomfortable, tense, silence.

Sage started to stand up, going to walk up the stairs again.

“Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m getting rid of the parasite in your story.”

“Sage.” The Narrator’s voice stopped them instantly as their eyes widened in shock. But before they could say or do anything, he continued, “You are not a parasite. You are not unwanted, you are not an unwelcome part of my life or my story. You make this story interesting, and I miss Stanley, but you add colour to it all in a way Stanley couldn’t.”

“Narrator-”

“Furthermore, there is much about you to like, let alone love. You are funny, kind, determined, intelligent, and always thinking. You are enchanted by the simplest of joys, and you are easy to speak to. The way your eyes light up when you draw, when you laugh, when you sing. You are worth keeping if you wanted to stay.”

Sage was silent as they simply stared into space. They heard what he said, but it wasn’t... registering fully? At least not yet.

“I’m so sorry I did not see this sooner. I did not see how much pain you were in, how much pain you are currently in... Who was he?” He asked softly, as if he were standing right beside them.

“Pardon?”

“Who was the person you claimed was the only one who loved you?” The Narrator elaborated. Sage’s breath hitched in their throat as they recalled his face, it instantly came up. 

“He was my brother. He died in a car crash not too long ago. The last time I saw him was in the hospital.” Their voice was shaking, wavering. The Narrator said nothing as he seemed to take it in. “The last time I saw him, he was in a hospital bed, ventilator was helping him breathe. He wasn’t really alive. I thought he would make it until the nurse told me he wouldn’t.”

“I’m...” The Narrator’s voice was shaky, high pitched and full of emotion. It seemed he himself was struggling to process such an idea. Sage felt the tears coming back.

“He was only 22... he was supposed to keep going, he was supposed to be with his partner, he was supposed to finish his comic, he was supposed to live after so many years of not wanting to and then finally finding reason to.” Sage was sobbing once more.

“And he’s never coming back...” The Narrator finished for them, and Sage could have sworn they heard his voice break. He seemed to be feeling it full blast just as much as they were. Their eyes watered as they let out a guttural sound, a scream that never quite reached their ears.

They felt something wrap around them, but didn’t bother looking. It was warm and gentle, but it was welcome. It was a shoulder to sob into regardless.

“You are not worthless, and I’m sure your brother would never want you to join him prematurely. I know it may not mean much, but I care for you too. I think you are a wonderful person, and you should too.”

The entire time he spoke, Sage was sobbing yet was slowing down, due to just how much they were crying and how intense it all was. The entire time, The Narrator held them in his invisible embrace.

“Let’s go back down...”

Sage couldn’t help but nod as The Narrator slowly helped them down the stairs once more.

And the story reset once more.

#narrage #the narrator x sage #narrator x self insert #the narrator x reader #tell me your stories #the stanley parable #tw suicide ideation #tw suicide attempt #tw hospital description #tw car crash #tw grief #hurt/comfort

[ultfreakme]

Ba Sing Se Days ~💙⚔❤

#zukka #zuko x sokka #zukka fanart #atla #avatar the last airbender #atla fanart #avatar #ultfreakme art #blue spirit x kyoshi warrior sokka #tell me your story I'll tell you mine

[withdenim]

So uh. How about that time skip huh. (Corvus composing and performing the best track in the show was so hot of him btw if you care)

#sorvus #I need Corvus backstory now you can’t just play cello on screen like that and not tell me your life story #dragon prince #the dragon prince #does he KNOW he played the best track in the show over one of the most incredible moments of the show??. I don’t think he knows #Soren writes poetry about him btw #and takes him to see that fucking hollow tree he talked about in Changing Of The Guard #go read it if u haven’t I’m literally insane #Yknow that feeling when it means a lot. to ezran. #to the king. mhm. #soren tdp #Corvus tdp #the dragon prince soren #the dragon prince Corvus