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Requested by @juan-nonetheway

[artic-willow]

Duskwood AU "Criminal On The Loose."

Chapter 1 (N) "Not A Kid Anymore."

Taglist: : @jakelogic @i-desire-jake @jakeismylover @digital-corruption @pennyl4n3 @saddah-mo @booklover-01040 @rw47vr-key7vr @red-writes-stuff @layanasstories @zmayadw @hacked-by-jake @spookycolorpeanut @leverageduskwood @lyricsofravensong @juan-nonetheway @robbybarnes @lois-carroline @captainwanderlust78 @jake01040-duskwood @silentblogsstuff @youngphilosophertragedy @slow-hazel @sasnayaandra  @lem-onchan  @futaba-01040 @duskwood-fandom @aisling-things @oceanipebble @withjake-blog @duskyducky @roxiuuu @duskwoodx @miraculous-duskwood-girl @riaduskwood @nala-raines @lyon-amore @justubi @renneiscent

!TW: MENTION OF DRUGS, BAD WORDS!

*Azure’s POV*

The anxiety suffocates the air.

We are standing, in an almost isolated place with trucks parked at the end of the curb, with a German Shepherd pulling my arm so hard that it comes off.

I've seen worse, I could have been a lot worse.

-"So, what should we do?" Nuna murmurs in a playful voice, as if there is joy in this moment.

-"Dan lent us his dog, he's a dog who smells drugs." Charlie highlights the last words.

Nuna seems to go blackout for a moment.

Her eyes are glued to the ground and they look like two wells of water without an end. It looks like she is just scared, or maybe she is getting tired of living like this like me?

I can't blame her, everything sucks. Since we were born, we have been labeled slaves. We have never seen the light of freedom, of joy...Of having a normal fucking childhood. All we have seen since birth is death and violence.

A dog who smells drugs, cute. But...These types of dogs are on the side of good, not bad.

Since we have been criminals, practically, all our lives, it seems that all good things have slipped before our eyes. It's frustrating, but there's nothing we can do about it. But damn, Nuna is younger than me…Another broken heart. At her age I was already learning how to use a gun. Disgusting, just a broken heart. Just a broken soul. 

Oh how many times have I daydreamed about escaping this place but failing like a wingless angel. I would like to savor the taste of freedom, not of a prisoner.

Why do we have to live like this…? Why am I scared for every second of my damn life..? Why me…?

Charlie feels much less well, he can't deny it either. His eyes are dry and his mind is destroyed by everything. We didn't recover at all.

-"We will have to walk up to a small street, where Richy and Jessy have hidden drugs that we must then sell." Charlie sighs, a long, wild sigh. As if he too can no longer live like this.

- "Do we have to...?" Nuna is completely petrified, even here I can't blame her even a little.

What if the police find us and run after us? What if someone gets hurt while we run away from the police? We absolutely cannot rule out that the police will find us, because they will.

Charlie turns, looking at her menacingly. -"Are you still opposed to what they want?" Charlie lets out another heavy sigh, his eyes rolling for how many times he says that until he will vomit. -”If adults ask, you obey. End of the discussion. "

One of the phrases I hate the most. it's a fucking nonsense.

Why obey? In any case we will die one day, because they don't give a shit if we get hurt or are going to die with our heads. Nobody would care...So why obey them to adults if they are the cause of our malaise? Yet...It could also be the other way, why rebel if we don't have an escape route?

Nuna has heard that phrase so many times that she can now exchange it as daily bread.

She clenches her fists, her face wet from the little tears rising slightly just to look at Charlie with a look of hate. -"I do not care."

Though devoid of any swear words, the fragile but threatening voice makes me shiver. it's as if she highlights her hatred in all the words that come out of her mouth. 

It almost makes me think that...She too wants to stop living like this and rebel.

Charlie looks shocked too, but that feeling of shock can use it in his favor. -"Do you REALLY think we will have an escape from this shitty situation?"  His face is no longer annoyed, but slowly turns into a crooked and lethal smile. The smile you make when you want to say something threatening by bringing the facts to light and expecting to be right. 

Nuna makes a whimsical face, -"It's just that you don't see a way out, do you?"

The answer doesn't seem to make sense. But...Actually...Who says we don't have a way out? Or maybe…It’s just she who can see the way out.

- "Nuna! Shit!" He grits his teeth, - "You know how many fucking times I've tried to escape but couldn't?"

?

He tried to escape without us ..?

-"Carlie...If you tried to escape without us, it would mean that you don't care about us." I frown and look at him in the worst possible way. You fucking traitor.

He always tried to be some kind of leader, now what?  We can’t trust him anymore? He is sometimes a friend, he is sometimes the leader, he is sometimes an important member of the family… But sometimes he is the evil one, the hornless devil, a sociopath impotent to feel any kind of emotion. And now all these nicknames are completely foreign to me, who is he for us? 

Charlie is angry. It shows. He growls under his breath and his gaze burns everywhere he moves. -"You already know that I can't show much empathy...And I can't show it like you sometimes do..."

-"Charlie, nothing would happen if you showed us empathy sometimes." My voice is drier than before.

Nuna cries. -"You....You told me that we are not allowed to be children...Playing and having fun as such..." The voice is so much in pain and suffering that it seems that the heart has melted into a pulp inside of me.

Charlie saying that being a child is a way to show ourselves how useless we are, or at least as he said it he made us understand this.

I take Nuna's hand and we continue walking, without even seeing Charlie's embittered face.

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I shake Nuna's hand eagerly as I walk forward with my head cloudy with thoughts. The dog is making me walk faster as he is stronger than me. Nuna looks around lost and trembling.

-"Azure, I think we've arrived..." As soon as she pronounces these words I turn around and a shiver arches my back.

An isolated place with trucks randomly placed near the sidewalks, trucks of various brands of food or drink. It is now a completely abandoned place, with no trace of life and some trucks seem out of order.

Nuna stands beside me frightened by some strange noises, probably crows. -"Azure...What do we have to do…?"

The dog sticks its muzzle to the ground and begins to sniff the ground. -"Finding drugs that our allies had hidden...But in such a place I doubt there are any drugs..." I look around and the dog is about to take my arm off as he is glaring and dragging me towards a van. 

The van behind is open, I let go in pain and fell to the hard floor. -"Shit!" I let out a scream of pain.

-"Are you okay?" Nuna approaches the entrance of the van to peek.

I sneeze, my chest burns from the violent fall.

I look up and the dog is scratching somewhere in the van…From a distance it looked like a mousetrap. I get closer, and for some reason I start shaking. Sometimes it's Charlie who does these things, who has the courage to hold drugs. But he is not here with us, we can't always count on him.

Every step feels like I'm about to sink into the ground.

The dog has now dug and ruined that strange box, it's full of splinters. It's not safe to put my hand in that place...

I reach in with one hand, and pull out an envelope. It was a small bag, the contents inside were white and look like dandruff.

It…It is a drug…Even if it's not the first time I've done it, every time it just feels like a punch in the heart.

The thought of ruining people with this crap is heavy as an elephant on the back...

It's my fault something dies from this shit. It's my fault.

I leave the van crying, almost pushing Nuna.

There are some trees where, before collapsing, I place my hand on the trunk...

Why can't I have a normal life? Why do I always end up screwing everything up?

The world still collapses before my eyes.

I'm tired of living like this...

-"Azure?" Nuna hugs me from behind, I didn't even realize I was crying.

I turn abruptly and hug her, -"I'm sorry you have to face this life...I don't wish this on anyone."

Nuna looked confused, but she understood. -"Hey don't worry, it's not your fault..."

My mouth fills with things I want to say, but no one dares to come out.

-"You know...Maybe Charlie was right, we are not children anymore...Or at least we are for age but we don't think and act like children anymore." The way and the ease with which she says it is heartbreaking. But he's right.

-"Yes…You are right." I dry my tears, she too seems to be about to cry.

-"Can we eat something?" She huffs and holds her belly tightly.

I chuckle a little, -"If we find something, yes."

[cachamata]

Hey, @juan-nonetheway this! :D

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I know having this kind of set-up was too complicated for me to do in the first Our Life, even though it would’ve been ideal. It’s been wonderful having it in the second OL after Shawna put it together. Hopefully having the framework out there will help make it possible for even more stories to include such an in-depth system.

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[hacked-by-jake]

Hello~. It's nice to see your fanfic and i love it 🙂(though, i'm leaning more into your wonderful Hc, since the fic mostly for female :'D). Okay, it's not a request, and more like...

Ahem, okay, so, every dw players are wondering what Jake's look like. And i've seen a few players already guessed his look; such as the man that on the game ss in the playstore and etc. But, here i am, not guessing his look but kinda.. guessing his figure(?). I mean:

When we started the game, in episode 1, there's a man who stands in front of the car, right?. At first, i didn't pay much attention until... Wait, what if it's jake???.

I mean, THIS. THIS.😂

Maybe it's just me, but... it kinda suit him??. And when i tried to zoom it in, his face kinda like... All white? Not the natural kind of white, but more like a mask?. His mask?. And his head looking down a little, so.. there's his hair hanging down a little bit too? He said his hair is black, right?. Or is it just a shadow?.

Idk, it's just my guess😂. Can be wrong😂.

(p.s. He's so stylish😂)

Well, i'm sorry for bothering with this, but i can't help it :'). Also, luv ya!.

-💙-

Hi, and first of all thank you for your kind words. It means a lot to me that you like it.💕

Second, yes, most of my stories are Fem! MC’s. But I’m going to start highlighting gender to make it easier for everyone to find stories.

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And yes, I think you’re could be right, that could definitely symbolize Jake / show him. If this is gonna be Jake, there’s no way I’m complaining.🤷🏻‍♀️😂

Unfortunately, I think it’s just another stock photo that Everbyte often uses (like Hannah, Phil, Richy (at the beginning) etc.)

I actually think that we’ve talked about this picture here on Tumblr before, but I just can’t full remember. Maybe I’ll find the Post, then I’ll tag it.

If this is Jake, it would be really cool, but I don’t think Everbyte will use an actor for Jake. I think Everbyte will leave us Jake of our own imagination and not hire an actor so that everyone is satisfied and happy.

And that makes it (for me) actually more beautiful, so I can keep my own Jake, in my head.🤭💭

And on top of that, an actor has to be found who dares to play Jake. Through fanarts and stories and so on, the fandom has a very specific direction in which the look of Jake goes. (Most agree on this) and he is mostly considered the typical cliché of a hacker, (including me lol)

So I think we’re just going to keep our idea of Jake, and Everbyte is only making slight hints, and maybe more of those images. Maybe they will use a stock photo for him or we will never get a 'real' Jake. Maybe in the future they will also use photos, also stock photos, but I don’t think so.

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Anyway, thank you so much for sharing your thoughts with me and us, and don’t worry, you didn’t bother with it. Your idea is really interesting and makes a lot of sense. Much much love back to you! I loved to talk about it. I wish you a wonderful day, a wonderful evening or a wonderful night. Take care of yourself and stay healthy.🥰🎭🌹

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Edit:

Sorry, I looked for the picture again and found it.

So, thanks to Simon Robben, who provided this beautiful image to the Internet.😂

[playchoicesconfessions]

Sent by @juan-nonetheway

'Just for once, i want PB to make a dark Book where the MC is a cold-hearted Villain without some sad background, tragic backstories or something. Y'know, pure evil like it's their nature, and don't care if what MC do is right or wrong. It'll be entertaining to see the kind of MC where they make chaos and has no feelings for a bit 😂. Overpower and super smart MC preferable 😂. And maybe the Li is the exact opposite of MC and keep chasing the MC for whatever reasons, but the MC doesn't care one bit about the Li's feeling.'

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[artic-willow]

Duskwood AU "Criminal On The Loose."

Chapter 1 (M) "Feelings."

Taglist: @jakelogic @crow-chaos @i-desire-jake @jakeismylover @digital-corruption @pennyl4n3 @saddah-mo @booklover-01040 @rw47vr-key7vr @red-writes-stuff @layanasstories @zmayadw @hacked-by-jake @spookycolorpeanut @leverageduskwood @lyricsofravensong @juan-nonetheway @robbybarnes @lois-carroline @captainwanderlust78 @jake01040-duskwood @silentblogsstuff @youngphilosophertragedy @slow-hazel @sasnayaandra  @lem-onchan  @futaba-01040 @duskwood-fandom @aisling-things @oceanipebble @withjake-blog @duskyducky @roxiuuu @duskwoodx @miraculous-duskwood-girl @riaduskwood @nala-raines @lyon-amore @justubi @renneiscent

!TW: Bad words, Medical drugs/Drugs and mention of Self-Harm (Flashback)!

*Jake’s POV*

I'm in the car, with a cigarette in my hand, parked in a parking lot. Disgusting.

I'm dirty, my mouth is just sticky from the smoke. Adorable. My hoodie is dirty with smoke residue. Disgusting. My mind cannot forget about my past. Again, disgusting.

I feel like one of my fathers, who takes drugs until he has lost all consciousness and sees reality slip out of his sight. Because he is, he has spent his life smoking as if it is the only escape and a band-aid from all pain.

...That's it, sort of. In fact you know what it does, the dangers of only consuming one cigarette.

But, I just do it. Why? Just two words, life sucks.

No, not always. Only those who see life as lousy live it as lousy. And because of that, I don't have a good life. Because I passed it only as if I were the spectator.

Yet when I was a little boy I couldn't control my emotions, so I couldn't do anything other than impose pain on myself. Scratching until I felt a bittersweet in my mouth. 'A quick remedy' in fact.

Poor little boy, emotions hurt, huh? This is why I have learned to ignore them, not to take them into consideration. If I do, will I suffer? Yes, as always. I can't let emotions win. Yet emotions hurt so much but they are indispensable, because if you don't listen to them, everyone automatically considers you a robot. Without emotions and to be thrown away.

Why does no one understand why I don't listen to my emotions? Easy. Hating a child is automatically being emotionless.

Yet that little girl is the result of an infidelity, the mother and father confirmed it. As my parents did more than once.

Even though my emotions tell me to get close to her, it looks like that little girl is pointing a gun in my forehead.

Disgusting.

She just has to be alone from me.

Without thinking I smoke again, now the smoke comes out of the window while I am in a state of 'Your wound is healed, for now!'.

From just one breath, they become five and so on.

I can only do one thing, hold a piece of paper in my fingers, not a normal piece of paper, a letter.

Jessy gave it to me. Best friend of that bitch.

As soon as I read and reread the last line, I just wanted to throw up from all the emotions I had in my body:

—

Dear Jake,

I wanted to end it, I already had the pills in my hand in my room. I just wanted to forget the pain, but it seemed too much to ask. Still, I was in front of the bar.

Needless to say, to forget the pain, I turned into a doll for him. He could bite me, he could slap me, I didn't care. It was nice.

And when it's done...It's done. Perfect, thanks phil! We will not see each other again, because I am no longer anything to him but only a sex toy...But that's okay! Bye!

But...Oops, forget about the protections.

We're running away from the government, needless to say they found out about me being pregnant. I had feelings for Jessy, but oops she told the group. Answer? Only for my protection and baby's.

And phil? Straight to jail, the group served him to the police on a silver platter. He was just a traitor to them.

But...Now I don't have a husband and a baby in my arms. I gave birth in very bad conditions. I give birth on the ground and almost die.

She's a little girl, I call her Azure. Yet I don't want her.

To recap...I have a little girl in my arms that I don't want, the hypothetical father is in prison, ‘my’ group and I are wanted all over Duskwood and at the moment we manage in a Bunker.

What should I do? Obviously run away and leave the child to the group. I spent my whole life running away from problems, like you. I've spent my entire life with a classic: 'Oops.' Just like you.

Yet I can't raise my finger at you, because you were in prison and maybe even dead.

So, we are tied. Traitor. :)

- Summer

—

I just wished the emotions at that moment hadn't left me, worse than believing what I read.

What the fuck?

She can't really have said that... 'All a misunderstanding' like she seems to be saying this, or like she is spitting in my face that everything she is doing is justified because I did it too when we knew each other as children.

No, she is not a child anymore. Grow up arrogant bitch.

Yet why does she seem to not give a shit but act like a goddamn selfish person?

I literally slide off the seat, I only feel my dry mouth with the letter between my fingers.

Damn it.

Although it is pitch dark, I see a silhouette in the shadows.

Jessy?

I see Jessy climb up and open the car door.

Wait...How long have I been here?

-"Jake! It's full of smoke in here!" She exclaims as she coughs.

He steps aside, just to let the smoke out.

I didn't know what to do. I bow a little and rub my eyes without thinking.

-"What were we doing before?" I asked. Fuck how stupid I am.

She frowns. -"Excuse me? We've been here for hours!" She gets in the car and with a bang closes the door. -"We are on a mission!"

-"Oh. Right." Respond by looking at her, although I don't have a mirror with me I can imagine my gaze darkening.

She looks at me confused, -"What happened?"

-"Is irrelevant." I answer.

-"Jake." She begins, in a slightly sarcastic voice. "I don't know you well, but you understand that something is wrong."

I sigh.

I see with the thing in the eye her looking at the paper between my fingers, I was so concentrated that I have completely forgotten about the paper.

Quickly, she takes the paper.

-"Jessica!" I exclaim and try to snatch it from her hands.

Despite this, I somehow manage to pick up the sheet. We looked like two children.

-"What is that??" She faces the letter with a lot of curiosity.

-"A letter, but it's none of your business." I rolled my eyes.

-"It's not from..." She slowly pulls away from my arm. -"...About Summer?"

I look at the void. -"Yes."

She doesn't say anything. -"I left you the letter..." She begins, "I was hoping you wouldn't find out."

-"What?" I raised my voice.

She looks up, completely scared. She gets defensive and mumbles something. -"Wait! She betrayed me too!"

- "This does not mean that you have to make me unaware of everything!" My hand slowly turns into a fist.

-”I’m sorry! But I thought you might want to look for her...You were on time!" She tries to justify herself, as if the light is now the dark.

-"Much worse!" Growl, how the fuck does this bitch afford?

I approach with a stiff fist, she takes my sweatshirt with one hand and squeezes it. I sharpen my eyebrows and she seems to be asking for mercy only with her eyes.

-”Jake! Stop! She never loved you!” What she says is a fucking sword of truth in my heart, fuck it.

As soon as she says those words, my heart punches itself. It is frustrating, it is true but above all I have never had hope with her and Jessy knows it.

I sit on the half-broken seat, a tear falls from my eye and I cover my face with my hands like a hedgehog.

-”What…What did I do wrong…She never loved me even if I wanted her heart too much…I did a lot for her…?” My voice is completely broken, like a glass jar. It echoes throughout the car even if it is extremely low.

Jessy never seems to have seen a boy cry, my dad would be disappointed in me. I look at her, her pale green eyes lightning mine.

She hugs me.

-"I'm sorry, Jake." She whispers in my ear and squeezes her arms in my neck.

I tried, tried a lot but my efforts were in vain. She never loved me, and she didn't hide it as she hid on her prairie when we were little.

I close my eyes, my throat is completely dry but I still try to let go of the stress.

As I always did when I was adolescent, but I cut myself and sometimes I still use it...I did it because the stress was deadly and I couldn't deal with it. Maybe I'm happy to be an adult, or maybe not.

Even though I am now known as a criminal, with a gun in his hand and a heart at the bottom of his body. I accept destiny, like a child without parents in a street...Without a home and a destination, but maybe the destination I want to reach comes from my heart.

The love that has not been returned, and never will.

[hacked-by-jake]

(How to summon phil, jake, and MC in chain of emojis)

🕺! ............. 🙎?

🕺! ............. 🙋!

🕺? ............ 👩? 🚴!

🤵! ............. 🚶 👩?

🚶.......... 🏃 👩?!

🏃 ......... 🏃!!! 👩....

🏃... 🏃!***!* 👁️👄👁️..

🏃!!!🤾!*!*!*!* 👁️👄👁️.....

🤼?!?!?!! 🤦

😂😂😂😂 Perfect! 🔮

If you add a keyboard, a bootle beer and a mobile phone, they’ll pop up in your room!🤫

[playchoicesconfessions]

Sent by @juan-nonetheway

'You know, the thing i like about choices fandom is, despite the critics that thrown all over the place, it also entail good inputs/suggestions. It's not just straight up rude mocking/mean bashing like any other fandom i've been into. Good, that means the fandom not forgetting the fact that behind the team there's still a human being. I don't know if PB listen or see the fandom tho, but it'll be super good if they try to connect with us once a while.'

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[artic-willow]

Duskwood AU "Criminal On The Loose."

Chapter 1 (L) "Crying won't protect me."

Taglist: @crow-chaos @i-desire-jake @digital-corruption @pennyl4n3 @saddah-mo @booklover-01040 @rw47vr-key @red-writes-stuff @layanasstories @zmayadw @hacked-by-jake @spookycolorpeanut @leverageduskwood @lyricsofravensong @juan-nonetheway @robbybarnes @lois-carroline @captainwanderlust78 @jakey-girl01040 @silentblogsstuff @char-lotta @youngphilosophertraged @slow-hazel  @sasnayaandra  @lem-onchan @futaba-queen @duskwood-fandom @aisling-things @oceanipebble @withjake-blog @duskydusky @roxiuuu @duskwoodx @miraculous-duskwood-girl @riaduskwood @nala-raines @lyon-amore @mrujaa @aroacersonist @03patrickstar

Genre: Sad, angst

Character(s): Jake, Dan, Azure, Nuna and Charlie.

!TW: BAD WORDS!

*Azure’s POV*

As soon as I no longer felt that terrifying cold of the handcuffs, it felt like a freedom I could never breathe again.

-"Dan still looks angry, we better stay away from him." Charlie sighs, probably because he can't stand it when Dan is angry either. Perhaps because many times Dan has been angry with him and he seems to have not yet dozed off the pain.

-"I agree." Nuna looks down, she too gets very scared when Dan is angry.

I can not blame them, Dan is like the devil and we are the victims. Still, we are in the hands of the devil but we have to stay there.

Yet it seems that the goosebumps have not gone...Who comes on a mission?

-"Who comes on a mission?" I ask, like some mucus in my throat. I couldn't help it, what if Jake comes?

-"Ehm...All of the group." Charlie helps me to get up.

I feel the nails in my back, but not just for the pain of getting up, but for the people who will come on this mission.

Jake scares me, but it almost feels like I have to be close to him... It's like he's the master and I'm the helpless puppy who has to stay close to its master if it doesn't want to get lost.

It's for the weak.

But...He hates me. And it's as if he throws me into freezing water.

It's not my fault...It's not my fault...But…What If it is?

—

It's lunch time. 

You should never go on a mission on an empty stomach if you don't want to pass out in the middle of a shooting. That’s what Cleo said, maybe she said that just to make us eat her food…What if we don’t eat and we are still okay?

-"You better eat..." Dan looks at us horribly, as if he has now turned into the devil.

We nod, I don't want to say anything especially for what just happened.

He sits me down at the table, it's cold.

And even worse, I see Jake sitting in front of me.

His gaze is now ice. It makes me shiver in the chair.

Food arrives. Some trivial soup. I just hope I don't find a dead mouse inside. But at least they are feeding us.

And it seemed that with every spoonful of my food, he looked at me.

And I know what it is. After living most of my life with people who hate me I can say that the only thing he wants to do is make me feel embarrassed. Marking every mistake I can make.

That’s cruel.

Each bite is a punch to the stomach. Only if I drink or wipe my mouth with a tissue is a laugh from Jake.

It's just heartbreaking.

It's not the first time this has happened, but even if it seems like I'm getting used to it it's still a hard blow and difficult to parry.

Charlie seems to have understood Jake's intentions. But nothing. He doesn't do anything. And that's another punch to the stomach.

Ouch.

It seems that my eyes are filling with water and that I am going to cry at any moment.

Although I try to cover the tears with my hair or just by lowering my head I feel the tears come out.

-"Stop." Charlie passes me a handkerchief. And it's clear that he doesn't care.

Or maybe he cares, but it's weak to cry. Too bad I can throw in his face the situation where he cried during a mission, which is weak following his speech.

I hate him. No, I hate when he does this. It’s so…Heartbroken…Why can't I cry? Why does everyone hate me in this group? Why can't I live normally like the other kids??

I’m just tired of living like this…But die seems not to be the solution…

It’s just so damn difficult.

I feel my face almost come apart to be able to make a face, only to cry. That's disgusting.

I would like to cry. But I can not. The only thing I can do is focus on food.

I start to eat. Quickly to get my whole mouth dirty. I don't want to think. I just want to eat.

Each bite is now like a kiss on the hair, however comforting. However, it is not the solution to the problems.

As soon as I'm done, I haven't even calculated what Jake is saying, not even Charlie. He can't say anything, because I didn't cry.

I throw myself on the ground so that I can touch my chest, it hurts. It hurts because I didn't cry. All my life I've always had a safe place to cry but it's gone.

The best place that used to be in someone's arms is now gone. Now nothing makes sense anymore. It’s heartbreaking. Again.

I can't cry.

So what does it mean?

Crying won't protect me.

[playchoicesconfessions]

Sent by @juan-nonetheway

'I actually would love to see PB make a spin-off for Atlas. The bonding moment between Eli and Atlas in TE is personally good to me. But, we're just seeing that moment from Eli's view. I just feel like something is a little bit missing. I want to see Atlas' view as well :). That would be cool.'

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[milesupsheet]

tagging you because this got ur vibes @juan-nonetheway

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@juan-nonetheway​

Have you fallen in love with me yet or do I need to post more nonsense

[playchoicesconfessions]

Sent by @juan-nonetheway

'Would love a special book where we can personally chill platonically/romantically with each Open Heart fella and totally outside of works. You know, like a book for Bryce, a book for Jackie, a book for Ethan, and a book for Rafael. Since in the main book PB focused on Ethan's arc, i think it's fair if they do the special thing book for each cast as a valentine day treat in february/white day treat in march/maybe for summer holiday present (Would be great if they give the other their own arcs, too). I'll be happy if they suddenly release a special book for each OH Li. With less choices that needs diamonds/just needs a little amount of diamond if possible (but not reducing the plot/the scene/the quality time for MC and the cast) since it's suppose to be a treat for the players who likes all OH books but disappointed when their choosen Li overshadowed by the other a lot.'

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[hacked-by-jake]

I also have a bunch of multi-chapter and a few one shots fanfics for duskwood fandom. But, the only problem is with english askskdksk. I've wrote it in korean, and my english is well enough, i guess, but for writing story in english, i don't think my writing skill in another language is that god-tier, y'know :'). And if i use translator.. listen, when you translate korean to english, it'll end up badly 😂. The words jumbled into another meaning, and the subject and object is hard to translate, too. Trust me, it's become funny 😂. So, the only thing i can do is re-reading it for myself. Of course, i've tried to write in english too, but when i need the exact word to describe something, no, my grammar, sentences, and vocab are a no no. I'm out 😂. So.. maybe anyone who more fluent in english can help? :'D.

Also, have a great day! :).

Oh wow, that sounds like a nerve-racking story behind your fanfictions.😅 Personally, I find your English good. (However, I am not a native speaker in English myself, so my statement does not really contain much power xD I'm sorry)

I would love to read your stories myself and I am very sure that there will be someone here who can possibly help you. 🥰At least I hope so.

I am lucky that it is quite easy to translate from German into English. I would offer you my help myself but I would only write other mistakes myself, I think. 😂 But I feel your thoughts!

So my dear detectives: if someone wants to help @juan-nonetheway

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@juan-nonetheway 

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Yeah. You @juan-nonetheway

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