#I'm working on her story I PROMISE IM JUST A LAZY IDIOT

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okey so i originally wanted to go with a Wario/Waluigi sort of vibe but then thinking about it... What even is the opposite of rock? Pop felt too generic so I decided on Classical/Gospel type music. Ik you said something like Scarlet bunny, but I didn't know how to make them opposites yet somehow MORE punk yk

So meet Henry and Reagan

I hope its clear who is whos opposite DJDKF

Theyre the typical "nice on the outside, rotten on the inside" type

I probably wont develop them further (unless yall like them) but for know theyre a classical music duo who want to take down all of rock cuz they think its not "real music" (basic i know)

First Batch of requests is done! The rest are upcoming (there are so many and i kind of tired myself out but thats on me for doing so much)

[wishful-soda]

I have been following sotd since beginning i just never commented idk why but i felt like i NEED TO FOR THIS ONE

SPOILERS FOR ANYONE THAT HAVENT READ NEW CHAPTER

First of all i think this is my fave chapter ever. It had everything. The anger, the talk, vulnerability, the cute scenes and obvi the smut 👀

HOW COULD YOU START THE CHAPTER LIKE THAT i literally thought im gonna get heart attack or smth

Ohhh they finally talked.. I really loved the talk like they got a little bit vulnerable but not all the way bc it's still to early

And when he put his head in her lap ahh it was sooo cute i literally screamed

Bro literally panicked when he saw her crying 💀 he immediately thought he did something ahh baby 😭😭  he was like shit what do i do know why i dont lick her 💀💀

But i do have theory i guess, yeah she was emotional in the beginning but I feel like when Dan said 'is this why mum likes you so much' that made her 10 times more emotional and she couldnt hold it anymore.. i feel like this has to do with her family.. i remember you said that we will eventually find about it so i feel like that's why she started crying

I loved the moment where he said 'You have proven that' and the gentle touch ahhh

Also loved that she mentioned 2016 but love that we didn't go fully into that story. But for some reason I think Daniel didn't do it and i feel like he's gonna google it to see what people have written about her because he cares for her

And when he was 'you could have called me' but earlier he said they don't ever talk like pick a side hahaha ahhh man is down so bad how is soo stupid

About the hickey i feel like he did it to prove her that she was being submissive but also so he can show to Charles that she is his, only his.

THE MIRROR SCENE GIRL I- speechless it was everything i have imagined ever since he made her that promise and more

THE INTERTWINDED HANDS IN THE END and talking while he thinks she's asleep OMG IM SCREAMING

I can't wait for the next chapter, I'm not putting any pressure on you I'm just excited for everything that's coming. Also I can't wait for the time he brings up the instagram picture that she liked likee I'm just waiting for it 😂😂

Sorry this was tooo long I feel like I could talk about this chapter forever also sorry if there are any grammatical mistakes or smth I'm to lazy to read this again and correct it

Omg HI! It's lovely to hear from you, the OG readers have a special spot in my heart because y'all have really stuck with me though all my bullshit 😭

I'm so thrilled to hear it's one of your favorites ever 🥰 I was super worried about it for some reason and so I'm so relieved to hear that people are enjoying it!

I'M SORRY I HAD TO START IT THAT WAY BECAUSE ONCE I THOUGHT OF IT, IT WAS TOO GOOD TO NOT. It was short at least? You were only stressed for a moment right? (don't hate me please)

I'm so glad you get the vibe I'm going for with their talks! I don't want them to feel like all of a sudden they can be open and vulnerable with each other, I feel like them feeling that safe with each other will take time.

I will admit, I do love the head in the lap scene, I feel like it's the first she's seen of laid back Daniel and also shows he's getting comfortable with her 🥺

Right, he immediately was like 'shit I fucked it up again' 😭 I'm ngl, I'm excited for when she can start to be a little reassuring and say some nice things 🥰😍

Yoooo you're paying close attention to not only what I've written ,but what I've said in asks as well! You're onto something there about her family, him mentioning his mom got her. Poor Danny has no clue.

And you're damn right! He needs to put in the WORK. Find out what people said about her and more about the situation and not from HER. Put some effort in Danny.

You're also spot on with the hickey, he's marking his territory 🙄 (WHEN IT'S NOT EVEN HIS....goddamn idiot...)

I'M SO GLAD THE MIRROR SCENE DELIVERED, I WAS SO NERVOUS ABOUT IT LIVING UP TO PEOPLE'S EXPECTATIONS SINCE HE MADE THAT PROMISE.

Another anon said anyone who needs to say something while the other is asleep is in love with them, that's the rule and I'm inclined to agree with them, it's just the law now.

NEVER apologize for how long this was because I seriously LIVE for asks like these, I love hearing predictions, your favorite parts, or just any thoughts in general. It's seriously one of my favorite parts of writing and I appreciate it so much.

THANK YOU SO MUCH🥰 Thank you for sticking with me and SotD since the beginning, thank you for this lovely ask, and thank you for being such a kind little sunbeam 🌞 ILY

[vxnevermorevx]

Welcome to my mind

For the last three years, my mind has been... Well, shit. Not that it hadn't been on a steady decline for years prior.

Recently, someone named her Denise. My other me. "Because that's what she is..when something is the opposite of something it's de-. She's not nice, she's De-Nice..."

Denise.

The name give to the me that's not me but spends more time pretending to be me than I do.

*Character Bio*

When I'm not Denise, I'm Ginny and she was the most wonderful person. I miss her dearly.

I had a great childhood. Very few psychological events, in my opinion. We never had much money, but my mom made sure I never knew it. My father worked hard at both his job and destroying his marriage; which is probably one of the marks on my childhood. More to come on that, I'm sure.

I didn't have trouble in school, per se. Bullied only a handful of times in all my school years. My mom is a designer, so I wore things you couldn't find on stores throughout my whole school life. I was *always* ahead of the trend and some kids couldn't handle it. We're talking 1991-2003. So, jumpers, corsets, mesh dusters, pants with fur on the bottom, dressing like anime characters... I was the first of everyone around me to be dressing that way. And I loved it!

But I had my revenge, as my hecklers could be seen wearing the same things they made fun of me for, after it became trendy. I guess you didn't have to be dead to be caught wearing that after all...

I struggled in math and excelled in art and writing. I had mostly good teachers, I think only one hated me.

I met all my best friends there. Can't say I've made all that many more in the years since. But, in my defense I'm surrounded by people who are nothing like me. You see, I grew up in Florida. All my vital youthful years were spent there. And now I live near Portland, Oregon. God, why? I even lost one of my dearest friends to the city. She completely changed from a fun, artistic girl who liked to draw, read, and cook...to...one of them. She's now a guilt vegan ( let's you know how disgusting you are for eating meat ) and is obsessed with shows that need to be cancelled. I had known this girl since first grade, she said she would follow the first friend who loved out of state. That was me, so she came out here too. Our friendship immediately began deteriorating as she would not allow me in my own room during the day, because she was talking to some loser friend of hers online. This person left her in a Walgreen's 20 miles from her home, on the wrong side of town, when we were all barely old enough to drive, because she was taking too long looking at eyeliner. But, she sounds like a solid individual to begin emulating. Are you serious? I watched my fully replacement take effect. 20 years of friendship completely gone in a matter of months. Have you ever watched someone stop carrying about you? Think about it. No, don't think about it. It's awful. She even physically ended our friendship. The first I had ever experienced. It was wrenching. But, I'm too far ahead now. I need to tell you how I got to Oregon.

Somewhere around me being 16, my dad stopped coming home. His mother had recently died and he knew some pretty shitty people willing to help him take the pain away. How does a poor, dyslexic, hoodlum, with a history of abuse cure the blues? Crack, of course. My mom did all she knew how to do, but she was pretty done with it all. They got divorced and some rich old lady "saved" him and whisked him off to Maryland where he would suffer many years of depression for what he had done to his family.

Now, it was just my mother and me. I immediately got a job and gave her my entire paycheck to help keep us in our lovely house. But as fate would have it, the city claimed eminent domain on our house with plans to build a water treatment facility. So, they lowballed us on what our house was worth and gave us 6 months to move. Now, here's some important side information: my mom is an army brat who grew up with mountains her whole life, until moving to Florida for my dad, which was apparently one of the last places she ever wanted to be. And my chummy from another tummy, was born in Oregon and had recently left me to go to OSU. This girl is my sister by all counts but blood. So, with a few other helping factors the logical answer was to start anew. How completely different my life would have been if I stayed. Can't say it would be better, just 100% different from what it is now.

But, in 2005 we moved to Oregon on the promise that we would do all the things we wanted to do and be living in Seattle in a few years.

None of that worked out. I can still remember the first night we spent in our apartment. I hated it. I let everyone know too. I think I cried for a week. I just wanted to go home. My Sisi was too far away to see her more often than the weekends and slowly her grades began to falter. This led to her dropping out and moving back to Florida just five months after I moved out here for her. I fell apart. I had only my mom and I love her, but sometimes you need your friends... You know? We did what we could and took jobs we hated and tried to get used to our new surroundings. I'm apparently a spoiled brat so I'm sure I made things painful for my mom who was finally back in her element and here I was stomping around telling everyone how much I hated it. Hate it. Present tense. I know the whole world is a cess pool of hipster, millennial idiots who all think that they know how to run the world, but the concentration of their free-for-all holier-than-thou ways is as dense here as the trees. It's exhausting listening to people who haven't showered in a week tell you how special they are because they have this heightened awareness that they learned from some Joe Blow and happens to not be fact at all. I have had a 24 year old Hispanic girl tell me that only white people can be racist, everyone else is prejudice. I told her that that in itself was a racist statement. And she said "no it's not. My teacher told me, and she has a PhD." I don't think I need to explain the definition of racism, but I do think Manson could have thrived in this town.

Fast forward quite a few years and we are both still in Oregon working jobs we hate not getting any of the things done we said we would. Are we lazy? Are we depressed? I'm sure it's both.

But, a small miracle comes my way, as I'm getting dressed to go down to the office to sign the next years lease I get a call from a woman who used to work with me. She asks if we are still looking for a new place to live and I tell her yes! We end up renting her townhouse from her because she's getting married. She proves to be a terrible landlord, probably because she's not all that good at being a person. She's really great at other things, but not that. Somme people are like that. But, I also haven't learned how to speak Oregonian in the 14 years I have been here.

A few more years and we end up buying the house and I have changed jobs for my health and things are looking up. I lose some of the weight I had acquired in my sorrows. I even find a guy that I can tolerate. Mostly bc he's 4000 miles away in another country. But, I struggle to find my way in our incredibly mismatched relationship. And he's so smart. So, successful... Here it comes... "what's he doing with a loser like me?"

My friends.... They all have something to show for their lives: degrees, children (Im not interested in these things,) husbands, jobs they don't hate....

I have a mortgage and a ridiculously high HOA, two payed off cars, 50 extra pounds on my ass, a job I'm not particularly built for, and a guy whom I love differently than he loves me.

I'm killing it.... Or myself. One way or the other. "I still haven't figured that shit out yet " -Eddie Murphy

I think this a pretty good place to stop for now. You should have a good amount of reference points for the following posts which will entirely be me, describing my chronic severe depression hoping that someone somewhere might read it and know they are not alone. I feel such a sense of validation when I read something from someone who feels the same as I do. This blog isn't for attention or critiquing, as most will likely be written when things like grammar and story structure aren't focused on. It's purely to get the chaos out so, I can organize it.

I don't know who you are but if you're reading this far, please stay tuned if you want to say "Wow, that's exactly how I feel."

Do good.