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[cloudluvrrr]

The Beginning.

Silent Hill.

Is the only thought in Jame's head, Mary had always loved Silent Hill since their honeymoon so many years ago.

He never thought of it as extraordinary, but he fed into her delusions that it was peaceful and beautiful. Especially Rosewater park, spending the entire evening there.

He'd promised to return with her one day, but the day never came. The only day that came was the day she passed in her bedroom.

His dead wife, who was struck down by her terminal illness.

Whom he watched suffer in the hospital slowly deteriorating.

-

He drove his Pontiac down the freeway, till he saw the exit sign.

'Silent Hill'

'Could she really be there?" he asked himself, he sounded insane.

-

He was getting ready for the office, before passing by Marys' room. He'd pass by the lonely room often. Sitting in the chair, and looking at the twin bed that once held his wife.

It was left the same, he never moved anything. Only thing was the increasing number of bottles of alcohol on the dresser, he drowned himself in the liquid to escape from her death.

He sat in the chair before noticing a letter on the beside table. He'd been there hundreds of times in the last three years, yet somehow he missed a letter?

He read the letter slowly, taking in her handwriting til a certain line stuck out to him. He couldn't believe it, reading the same line multiple times.

She was waiting for him in their special place, he couldn't think. What special place? He never really took Mary anywhere.

Till it hit him when he spotted a picture of her when she was healthy.

Silent hill.

Her paradise, could she really be there? It seemed out of the question he'd watched her die from her illness three years ago.

But he couldn't get it out of his head, she might be there. He had hope in his heart, maybe even faith that she was waiting for him in that town. He missed his Mary, her touch, her voice. The way she was before the illness took her from him.

-

He knew it was irrational, only taking a jacket, His wallet, Mary's photo he'd taken from the frame, an old map he'd found and Mary's letter.

He called out of work for the week, if he found her of course he would want to spend as much time as possible with his beloved wife.

-

So he drove, for half the day. Starting from the morning till the evening. He eventually found the pier overlooking Toluca lake, where he soon parked.

Before exiting he looked in the rear view mirror, he felt like he'd forgotten something important.

..He shrugged it off thinking it was something unimportant. Nothing was more important right not than finding Mary.

He left the old car behind, to collect himself in the restroom.

- -

also it on a03 :3

i uhh came up w this in the shower 😜i have a test tmr and i have to read instead im doing this guys 🧍‍♂️

this is basically what I ME THINK happend before the opening scene of sh2 REMAKE I HAVENT PLAYED THE ORIGNAL dont bully me pls 💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔

i also think he might have been driving to bury her, which explains why shes in the back seat. And he was driving, but what do i know guys 🧍‍♂️

I rlly liked the remake, I platinumed it took me almost 5 play thrus bc im dumb 😞

[cloudluvrrr]

i saw go before me, a great impossible thing

sensual and concrete

splitting me open

renders me obsolete

i’ve slain greater

and moved on

make room in hell

make room in hell

make room in hell

they cry, you don’t have to go

they cry, you don’t have to go

my love

i know

i know

i know

i know

i know

i know

i know

i know

[cloudluvrrr]

Angels.

a/n: hi

It’s been a while 💔i got butt fucked by finals but we dont talk about that, happy new year guys ^.^, im super thankful that i got back into writing (even if it bad) and im glad ppl like my dumb headcannons! I'd like to try to write more this year and hopefully get to 100 followers ^o^

tw: for religous topics, intimacy (implied) sunday being conflicted, bad writing 😜

sunday x g/n reader

-Televangelism - Ethel Cain

Sunday sat in the pews of the church, staring ahead at the podium where earlier he had given the daily prayer over the disciples in the church. He held his bible tightly, as he waited for Father Gopher to finish conversing with one of the ladies. His eyes wondering around the familiar church, the statues of Mother Mary and his savior Jesus Christ. The sight of the statues made his mouth dry, the overwhelming dread that he might mess up and sin and how the Father might find out.

Eventually Father Gopher did exit his office, taking Sunday to his ranch. Sunday hated the orphanage, which why he spend most of the day at the church. Helping set up for the day, help out during bible studies. Anything to get his mind off of where he was left by his parents. So he often wrote Robin letters, describing what he was doing. Learning piano, memorizing bible strictures. He’d try to send them weekly, including small newspaper clippings of his performances at the church and trinkets he’d find that reminded him of her.

Father Gopher was helping him become a pastor, not because he wanted to.. Or did he? He thought to himself as he wrote to Robin. He tried to write weekly to update her on his situation. He missed her, but he hated the orphanage they stayed at. His goal was to earn enough money for them to live together one day. When he was either a pastor or a pianist for them church choir. He forced himself into any activity, with no thought behind it.

His days were mostly mundane, practicing his piano and reading the Bible. Father had told him that when he was old enough, he'd take over the small church. Which soon became Sundays goal, now he followed behind father gopher consuming whatever knowledge he'd spoken.

Till one day there was a new family at church, Father had asked him to show you around. Where youth group was, where everyone would eat after the sermon.

He nervously explained the church and everyone who ran it. Stuttering over his words when he felt eyes staring at the back of his head.

“..what’s so interesting about my head?” He asked in an annoyed tone.

“Your wings, they’re pretty” you smiled at him, “I’ve always thought Halovians were pretty” you say shyly admiring his pale feathers.

His cheeks turned rosey as he looked everywhere, to avoid the embarrassment. “..thanks” he said quietly. He had a small blush on his face. The entire tour and when you left he went home to look at his wings closely, “are they really that pretty?” he asked himself looking at the pale blue feathers.

—

Sunday would see you every.. Sunday at church, little by little getting to know each other more and more.

He’d go out of his way to find you after the service, offering help for any thing. Any little excuse to be around you. Often catching him in town, helping those around the church or him sending a letter every week. He wanted to get closer to you, but one thing held him off. Your stance on religion. He could tell your heart wasn't fully devoted to the church, you were in a way like him. But instead of feeling the dread in your stomach, you were fine.

The father wanted him to have a god loving lover, not someone like you who only attended because they were told too. Yet he couldn’t keep himself away from you, Finding interest in anything you did out of the church.

You learned he loved sweets, but the Father would limit him, he loves music especially piano, it was a marvel watching him play so well. You also learned he was to take over the church once he was of age.

"Is it something you want?" you ask titling your head, at the idea as you swung beside him on the playground.

"Father wan-" before he could finish you interrupt. "No is it something you want Sunday"

For the first time in his life, he really questioned himself.

He never grew out of it, even as a teen. Father Gopher knew of you and Sunday, he didn’t like leaving either of you alone. He didn’t like the idea of letting Sunday fool around with someone he had feelings for. Even less someone who wasn't as close to god as he'd like them to be

So he'd sneak out at night just too see you, you two often met in some field or in front of the gas station.

He’d take you on walks, showing you his favorite places to visit. A small shack behind the barn, a secret diner far from town, a place where he’d gaze into the sky.

“The stars, they remind me of your eyes.” You said looking back him. “Do they?” He asked his gaze never leaving the sky, “they sparkle the same way, yours so when you see me”. At that comment he finally looked over, “it’s because you’re beautiful” he said simply getting up, and leaving.

-

There wasn’t really a line that defined what you two were, many thought you were lovers. But Sunday never really said ‘I love you’, he’d kiss you and give you estranged touches. But it was nothing like the other couples in the town. Was he ashamed of loving you? You never bothered to ask, it didn’t hurt.. much. Since you only saw him at night.

Night spent in abandoned cars, where you'd both talk about everything. He liked listening to other people lives, they were all so different to the one he was given.

Listening to the antics you were up too in school, things you did at home. It was all foreign to him. God how he ached to experience them with you.

"Have you ever been in love?" you asked leaning on his shoulder, your eyes following his. "With god-"

"thats not what I meant, like love with anyone? Romantically" you pushed sitting up to face him directly.

"...I don't know, what it feels like. Only what I've read from the books you let me read. It sounds wonderful" he said thoughtfully, with a small sigh. He didn't want to comment on the feeling he felt when he was around you.

-

Sunday was feeling especially restless, during church he kept stealing glances at you while playing his piano. Looking at the notes, and the lyrics made him ill. He couldn't face them, not with the thoughts he had or actions he took with you.

He'd rented out a room for the night in a shabby motel, it was cheap and inconspicuous. "Isn't your father-" "He's not my father!" he cut you off.. "..No I told him I'm visitin' robin" he added closing the curtains. "..When is she gonna finally come to town?"

"No idea." He said towering over you, his hand softly caressing your plump cheek. "You really wanna do this? Your not gonna regret waiting are you-" "No.. all teens do this no?" "In movies and shit.." you replied quietly as his lips press against yours.

"Sunday, he's watching" you say softly looking at his bag, that held all of his church belongings.

"..I'll repent later"

--

After that fateful encounter, he avoided you. He'd immediately go back to the flat where he lived, where he'd spend nights in bed repeating the words of his bible in his head. Tears staining the words, he didn't know what was right. His heart or the thing he'd devoted his life too. The church choir didn't resonate with his heart anymore, his heart felt heavy at the lyrics. Especially spotting you alone in the back, only made him feel worst.

The guilt gnawed at him so much, he just left the town.

He left the town, he didn't know what he wanted. To love you or to love the church. He couldn't tell you goodbye in person, so he wrote a letter. Leaving it in your mailbox, with a gift tied up neatly with a bow.

Dear, Angel

I really did love you, I never told you. I was scared, to think of what would've come from it. But I adored you, you helped me realized what I wanted. I owe you everything for that, I'm sorry for not facing you.

Just know that I regret nothing, I've moved somewhere quite aways from town. Perhaps I'll see you once more?

I don't know if you hate me or love me, perhaps I'll never know.

I wrote sheet music for you, its not church related. But its how my heart felt when I was around you.

I remember when you asked me if I ever had fallen in love, I lied. I was, I am in love with you.

-Your Sunday

-

You stared at the word angel, in his eye you were his angel. You read over the note with a blank face, his neat handwriting covering the page. The tears came when you saw the sheet music he'd written, it was all handmade. The carefully lined up staff alone the start, the notes perfectly lined up. What few new words it had, chosen to describe his love for you.

The piece being called angel.

-

This one took me a fat minute haven’t had any inspiration plus I’m back in school 😔 amphorus is out :3 I’ll add more characters to my roster too! For this I took a lot of inspo from preachers daughter and Ethel’s new album perverts which I personally rlly enjoyed ^^ lmk if you have any requests or want to see me write for more characters! ^3^ I think this year im gonna focus more on requests, and maybe more one shots.

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I GOT MY KINGGGG MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA

I lost and won my 50/50 😭😭😭 I wasn’t guaranteed him bc I pulled for Acheron 😓. (Took me 77 pulls 👅)

I would be getting him anyways obvi no matter what

Butt

I maxed him out and got his light cone too :3

Idk when my next piece of writing I haven’t been feeling very jolly chat 😔

Before the year ends trust 🙏🙏🙏

-lobe u guys 👅❤️❤️❤️

[cloudluvrrr]

Alright chat I gotta lock in bc I have one week to pull a original Sunday fic out of my ass

I’ve been basically butt fucked this past month 😔 coping w k pop but trust I’ll write smt and it’ll be better bc I’m gonna start proof reading

Anyways trust I will post 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

[cloudluvrrr]

Faint memories.

He often thought about the Cetra, if she was happy in the livestream. Reunited with Zack once in for all .

He never knew how he felt about aerith, her final words to him at the church didn’t help either.

She always spoke about him, how his eyes, his position in solider, everything pointed at something he couldn’t remember. How him and Zack were friends and he took what little Zack had left.

His love and memories of Aerith.

—

He continues to stare aimlessly around the church, his eyes following the details, as his thoughts continue to consume his reality.

“And I’m trying so hard to find you”

Her soft voice rung in his head as he often replayed those words.

He remembered those words, at that point he didn’t even know who she was trying to find in him. Whatever crumbs were left of Zack? Or cloud, the former infantry man who was never who he said he was?

“Damn it” he uttered staring at the ceiling, looking up at the wooden beams him and aerith once walked through. His insecurities and doubts were showing again.

He always thought about aerith, thinking of any and every possibility of what he could’ve done to save her from the hands of fate.

Yet all came to the same conclusion,

Masamune through her heart. Piercing it as if his own. When he realized the reality of what happened.

Aerith is always meant to be with Zack and die at the hands of Sephiroth, only living in clouds faint memories, and the flowers she’d left.

No matter the reality or universe she will always die.

It shattered him, but she was happy with Zack in the lifestream.

They could finally be together, and here he was suffering as he stared at the Lillie’s in her church.

Waiting silently, for his end.

So he can see her one last time

—

:P repost from ao3

[cloudluvrrr]

Would u guys be interested in my like drabbles/ oneshots for cloud? Not like x reader but like stuff ab his psychology, and his relationships w others. I post ab it on ao3 idk if it’ll be popular here tho ty ^^

Also if u have any ff7/15 requests feel free to share too ^o^

[cloudluvrrr]

This isn’t related to hsr but I felt like I need to address this.

I try not to get political on this account, but I, like many others were watching the election last night. Anxious of the outcome, I am a bisexual, female person of color. I felt the dread when I woke up and saw who we didn’t want in office elected, I hope you all are safe and wish you all the best for the next 4 years of hell. I hope many things he said were lies. I’m scared for my future but for the future of our country and our planet, My blog will always be a safe space, feel free to reach out during these times.

America has chosen a felon, who doesn’t respect women, and is for project 2025. America has officially lost itself, he is promising so much more than just ‘lower groceries’. He’s planning a nation wide abortion ban, a plan to separate migrant families, remove lgbtqia+ rights, and so, so much more. It will affect every person who needs protection.

Please educate yourself on project 2025 and what the wrinkly Cheeto has promised us.

Please DNI if you are for the Cheeto.

Please stay safe and alive I love all my supporters

-Love ☁️ 💙

[cloudluvrrr]

Not hsr related but when to the ff7 rebirth orchestra and omg

It was life changing actually, I never really paid attention to music in games. Instrumental music made me anxious until I found ff7 and the soundtrack I finally listened to remake and the original and fell in love with it. The soundtrack it’s praised for many reasons, especially when it got to aeriths theme at the end and like the forest of the ancients 😥. It’s so dumb but I found a new appreciation for soundtracks :3

js wanted to share that bit. It was a fun and immersive experience, hope to go again for the last part :]

[cloudluvrrr]

Hi!! I don't want this to sound rude, but could you specify the gender of the reader? Got kinda disappointed seeing how the first part of the past Boothill fic had a gender neutral fic but the second part had fem with no indication really...

IM SORRY I FORGOT TO UPDATE IT

I JUST CHANGED IT IM SO SORRY

I usually try to make fics gender neutral but sometimes they come out a little more fem later on bc I usually write it through multiple days

And I forget half of what I write 😭

but Tysm for voicing ur concern! :3

-☁️

[cloudluvrrr]

Past.

a/n: YALL WANTED THIS BAD OMG so pt 2 to my before fic, basically it goes a little further back and a lot more in detail after his planet blew up :3. This one’s long! But Tysm :)

Past boothill x reader ft some headcannons. (Gender neutral w some fem indication later on)

forwards reckon rebound

--

-Boothill was a sweet kid, a little dumb at times but he always gave his effort. Always curious and helping out on his families farm, helping his dads with his siblings as hes the 3rd oldest .

-He never gave much trouble as a kid, always listening other than sleeping in more or sleeping on hay sometimes.

-his family wasn't made of money, but he always had everything he needed or want.

-Growing up with the idea girls had cooties...as he eats crayons.

-he learns guitar as he got one for christmas, he goes to the local church to learn how to play it. He'd bring his scuffed up cd player to show the teacher the songs he wanted to learn.

-His parents take him out every weekend, teaching him how to hunt, ride a horse or how to shoot a gun.

-he has a habit of looking off into the distance. Wide eyes as he looked off into the sunset wondering what was beyond his small family and tribe.

-He loves stories, often reading picture books at the library or getting one of his parents too read it to him before bed. As well as sneaking into his dads room to watch his shows, his favorite being of an outlaw.

-His family went to church once in awhile, but always went during christmas. Boothill hated dressing up, but he loved the songs. When he learned guitar would join as well, playing christmas songs.

-Everyone in town knew him, he was always making a name for himself.

--

-You'd show up in his life while he was in school, messily drawing on his math paper (instead of doing it) with his tongue out as the teacher announced a new student. As you were a new student in 3th grade, boothill being boothill would introduce himself as the class sheriff to impress you.

"I'm Boothill, the class sheriff! I keep everyone in line, and make sure they all do what they're supposed too!" he said in a confident tone puffing out his chest.

-Thats where it all began.

--

-the teacher put you beside him which made him often pout and utter that you had cooties, while he didn’t do his work.

-he often ‘patrolled’ during recess but in reality no one wanted to play with him. (Since he had two dads and he looked nothing like them) they didn’t like how different he was from them. So he decided to give you a shot, since you also only sat on the swing set.

‘Hey..’ he said with a slight frown ‘..I’m not busy today patrollin’ wanna play’ he asked looking away with a small dust of pink on his cheeks

‘..sure, you can push me’ you said perking up

—

-after that you’d always sit on the swing set together, as he’s talk about anything and everything. How he didn’t like waking up early, how his youngest sibling kicked him in the shin, his horse, how Nick complimented his shooting. He loved talking about his family

‘..maybe you should come over.. you’d like the meatloaf my daddy makes’ he said kicking his feet against the dirt ‘if you want too.. it’s a big White House with a barn ‘bout 10 minutes from town’

‘I’ll ask about it, I’d like to see your animals. All we have right now is chickens, and they get annoying’

You went to his farm, his family was happy he'd made a friend. That was the first of many visits!

--

-You two soon became inseparable as you grew older and closer, everyone in town knew when one was around the other probably was too.

-Always going to school festivals together, shopping, staying out at night, laying in fields at night looking at the constellations, coming home wet from splashing each other with water.

-It was a romance from the novels you read, the only part left was the confession. You often thought about it, 'maybe this week..' you'd think as another day went by and he hadn't confessed.

-Until that faithful day

-The sun was setting, it was a day like any other. He seemed a bit on edge but it was normal.

-

He was sitting up, his chin resting on his shoulder as he stared out at the cornfield near his house mindlessly. The sky a peachy tint as you laid on his sheets, looking up at him admiring his long hair and jawline. '...I like you" he said softly his gaze never leaving the window.

'really?' you couldn't believe it, finally it happened. 'I like you too, ya know' you replied still admiring his figure. His gaze meets yours and eventually his lips. The same lips that introduced himself in the past, chapped yet soft.

You'd never felt more in love.

-

-the next few weeks didn't change much, kisses here and there and he'd get more touchy. But he also spoke more about the future, how he wanted to either build or fix a older house. He wanted a small family, a farm and barn animals.

'I'd like to fix up that house at the end of town" he said leaning against the barn door looking off into the distance once more, as you looked over his barn cats kittens. 'You think you could?' you add standing up and leaning in front of him

'Yeah, make it all nice and pretty for you' and smile wrapping a hand around your waist. 'A pretty kitchen, cozy livin' room, big room..' he said with a small giggle kissing your nose.

'it'd be a dream baby'

-Soon after he told you he was dropping out of school, he was 17 and decided he didn’t need to further his education. And just help out his dads on the farm, while he scrapped together some money. You were mad, but understood he had a different path and mind than yours. Even if you tried arguing with him that he only needed 2 more years to graduate, he’d blow it off and just go fix his truck.

-but while you were at school getting educated (weirdo) he eventually fixed up the old house at the end of town he always spoke about. He’d also made a small ring, with a single stone on it. He could afford a real promise ring, but he thought this one was more special. Even carving their initials on it.

-one day when you both were old enough, and you were out of school be finally brought you to the home. And promising to stay by your side.

‘Your lyin’ you said looking at the delicate ring

‘..no? I want you to be by my side, while I save up for your weddin’ ring’ he said softly slipping it onto your finger.

‘Cause your my past present and future’ he said pressing pecks all over your face.

-soon you both lived together, slowly building your life on the farm, getting chickens, moving his horse from his family’s farm to your forever home. It was a dream all over again

-it was mundane, you would tend or the animals and boothill would fix things and do the heavy work or sometimes you’d do the heavy lifting and when he’d leave for a few days. At the end of the night you’d lay in bed together. You wouldn’t have it another way.

-when there wasn’t work done he’d sit out under a tree playing his guitar, watching you put his shirts on the clothes line. As he hummed and played love songs.

He’d sneak up on you snatching you into his arms and tackling you into the grass. As he admired your laughing face.

-19 was when he found the baby girl in the cold, lost in thought. When he heard the cry, and your lives changed once more. Now a family of 3.

-it was hard, you didn’t make much money. But his family had hand me downs, boothills old crib and toys. You’d sew her dresses, boothill would attempt at making hats and mittens for her as well.

They were always too big, and he’d say she’d grow into them while the girl sucked on the fluffy oversized mitten in his arms. Looking up at him with wide eyes, he wasn’t even 20 and he felt fulfilled.

-when she was a little older and starting to crawl around and walk a little, he carved her a small cherry wood guitar.

She couldn’t play it, but when he had his out he gave her the small guitar so she could ‘play’ along side him.

-he loved the days where he’d sit outside and the little one was waddling around picking up dandelions and handing them to him

‘Oh for me? Their so pretty darlin’’ he smiled softly ruffling the girls hair and letting her waddle around more as she babbled to herself.

-sometimes he’d think of leaving but

-it was all perfect, a house he’d fixed, a barn with animals, his perfect lover, a daughter, all he needed was to make it official. An engagement ring.

-he was saving for months, finally he had the money to buy the one you were eyeing at the store.

‘I’m going to the market’ he announced putting the bills in his wallet.

‘Can’t I join? I got a bad feelin’ Boothill, them ipc people don’t like the town’ you said.

He hesitated ‘it’s just my usual errand nothing special’ he replied kissing you. ‘I’ll be back take care of her for me’ he smiled kissing the girls cheek.

—

Only to return to ashes, he’d heard two workers joke about this very tragedy. He thought nothing of it. Not till he heard the explosions, and saw the flames. He couldn’t bring himself to go inside, he can’t imagine what it was like.

He couldn’t bring himself to tears, those twenty years he’d spend building his life with you gone.

The ashes of your once blue home, the farm on fire. He couldn’t bring himself to search for your bodies, he barely made it to find your family pictures.

He didn’t sleep, for 3 days and then he slept for 3 days straight. Before leaving behind two crosses over the sight.

And he finally left the planet, he spent a few months searching before he found a doctor that could help him.

He decided he needed to end his life, to kill his current self. Leave his past, and that’s exactly what he did. His mechanic fixed him.

All he remembers is the taste of metallic in his mouth and seeing his heart removed, as he died.

His rebirth into Boothill

—

Basically a yap session and excuse to talk ab him again after the 2.6 story line :P might add or not

Hope you enjoyed 😣

tags :3

@jassy-ine @shuzoku @sneakylilbartender @kita-01 @edxo @blueangelstone

[cloudluvrrr]

Went through the seven stages of grief I fear

Anyways who wants more boothill head cannons before his planet blew up <3

[cloudluvrrr]

In an alternate universe Sunday opens a mega church

[cloudluvrrr]

SUNDAY LEAKSS ONGHDHDHDHDJSH

His idle got him praying and reading his little gay bible chat

I’m gonna explode I need him so badjcjdjdjdjsjs

BUTT

I wanna write smt else for him and yall liked the request I wrote for him :33

(Link)

So what do yall want

I’ll give u options but u can comment or request some in honor of him Fucking FINALLY REALSING

Feel free to vote or tell me ur request ideas and I’ll do my best do bring them to life 😥

Spillers for his light one and eidolon :3

Yall gotta keep me AWAY OUGHHHJHFHFHJFHD

I will be getting his lightcone and him

Idgaf ab women WHERES MY MEN.

[cloudluvrrr]

Change

a/n: rushed and bad im sick andi have to post chat 😔

boothill x preachers daughter

tw : religous themes, slight implication of freaky, erm bad and rushed, i didnt proof read either 😈😈

-Michelle pfeifer - ethel cain

Boothill was often out at night, his family owned a small ranch a little south of the small town you lived in. You knew of him of course, everyone did. He often did some petty crimes, smoking, stealing from people, getting in fights. He was troubled, often coming into church on Sundays with his family begrudgingly.

He entered the southern style church, looking over at the rows of towns people whispering amongst themselves. Hiding away what they've done before, as if attending could simply wash away the tracks of their sins.

Sitting there with a sour look on his face, as your father preached about how to repent and cleanse your souls seemingly being aimed at boothill. As well as informing the town that the yearly baptism & church picnic was coming, and for those who wanted to be accepted to speak with his wife.

Every time he entered the church he saw the back of your pretty head. All done up with a bow, in your Sunday best. He watched as you highlighted and taking notes in your white bible. Your flushed cheeks, the point of your nose, your soft tinted lips, the frills of your dress. You were the towns girl, always dressed in pretty dresses and on her best behavior. Like a doe, innocent, beautiful, graceful. Boothill was like a snake, with the temptation and promise of leading others astray. Poisoning them, leading them astray from the grace of god.

As his thoughts came to a close he saw everyone getting up, and the pastor finishing up his sermon. He was hunched over, hands in his pocket as a soft hand tugged on his forearm.

"boothill" your soft voice echoed in his head, 'she knows my name?'

"uh.. yeah?" he asked nervously meeting your eyes.

"your not going to get baptised?"

"Why would I? everyone in here is fake as hell, I like to enjoy my you-"

"you're going to hell" you interupt, your brown eyes looking up at him.

"You can't be saved unless you change, ya know." you say stepping back and hugging your bible. "Your loved, you got everythin' and you live like that"

"the hell you mean by that" he snapped, but before you answered your father pulled you away to tend to other followers.

"I told you not to speak to him" your father whispered as he lead to the others "I was helping" you whisper back.

"He's beyond help baby"

--

He was out in his fathers wheat field, stargazing. A dimly light cigarette rest on his lips. His mind thinking of what you said, how he had everything yet he still rebelled. He tried his hardest to think of why, he shrugged it off as just wanting to be free from this shit small town.

His thoughts once more interrupted by a small hum, seeing you walking along the fence. Your hands behind your back, as you walked along the fence. God you were beautiful "hey!" he shouted getting up and standing on the other side.

The sweet sound of you hums stop as you look at him.

"made up your mind?" you ask looking into his eyes.

A fence between the two of you, a divide he placed a hand on the fence "fuck no, what you doin' out?" he ask looking around looking for any sign of your family.

"I like to go on walks"

"alone?"

"this town gossips like wild fire, if i do something it'll get to my daddy before I even return home. I ain't stupid like you" you say with an edge

"I enjoy my life" he scoffed putting out his cigarette.

"change is good"

"no it ain't"

"some times it is" you insist.

"why are you so insistan-"

"I want you to change"

"why? I'm a lost cause darlin' your daddy said so too" He added sitting on the fence

"...I don't think so, I wanna talk to yo-"

"the hell? why?"

"...I like you, your everything I'd like to be" your brows scrunching as you hear your own words

Your words hit him like lighting, you wanted to be like him. "why? You got everythin' your families perfect, y'all rich, you love eachother-" He could give you a million reasons why your family was so looked up upon.

"no, daddys.. Gone a lot, mama drinks, my kid siblings just do whatever daddy wants them too.." you said looking away.

'but I could tell that you wanted out of the family.'

--

So began boothills journey to salvation.

He gets baptized, and for the first time he doesn't get tugged away from you.

The both of you are on a swing set, talking about the most mundane things. Your favorite food, his favorite color, your hobbies anything he could to distract you from the town.

it was often cute dates like this, at the dinner, the lake, anywhere.

yet

he was a bad influence, even if he was 'fixed'. He wanted to show you the world outside of the church.

So on one of the days where your father was out and your mother was drowning in her wine cabinet.

the both of you, sat in boothills twin bed drinking some beer he'd stolen from the local store.

Things got hazey from there, you didn't remember much.

Other than boothill slipping off your purity ring, and slipping off your sunday best.

-

He'd become your world

Your everything

the very sin you'd had been protected from.

Your family had learned to accept him, and your friends envied you.

Yet he left,

just like that.

Packed his bags took his dads truck, and left.

You accepted it, moving on but always thinking of him sending him letters you were never sure reached him.

Eventually you dropped off the last letter along with the ring he'd made you, in his jewelry class

-

Dear, Boothill

where did you go?

This is my last letter, I don't know if you get any of them. But I'm finally leaving you behind, like you did with me.

You're like a demon that follows behind me, a reminder of our time and our fun. I can't deny I didn't like it, made me happy.

It makes me happy,

Especially when you changed just for me.

And just for you to leave.

Did you even exist?

or

was it me?

--

sorry if it started off good then slowly got worst i forgot where i wanted to take it, so YAAY i finished it tho :)

i havent been playing hsr but i will be pulling for sunday :D

actually ive been into the silent hill 2 remake and detroit become human :P

BYEYEEYEYU for now

[cloudluvrrr]

I have two goals

1. Try to finish three fics before fall break

2. Trying not to die before that

I’m playing silent hill 2 remake and it makes me poop my pants it’s so much scarier then re 😭

But also SUNDAY IS FIANLLY COMING GUYS I MSO EXCITED

[cloudluvrrr]

HI CHAT

its been a minute (a week) i still live i fear

I've been busy eating taco bell and failing chemistry

but im cooking guys trust and playing re8

also tysm for the love on my fics :33

I plan on posting a boothill oneshot and argenti knight headcannons similar to my neuvillette ones :3

Hopefully tonight ( i lied)

I haven’t been playing hsr lately 😔😔