“They said, yet their disdain never once went unvoiced.”

“A mere wish to be fulfilled, yet none dared to come forth...”

“...why?”

comms bot, tadaa!! are you proud of me :pitiful_begging:

ignore the image not matching the scenario, its the commissioner’s pic so i used it

i dont even know if its angst or not cuz uhh.

Tw: Mention of outward discrimination, slurs (not those kinds duh) and yada yada. Also blood cuz she’s a vampire.

A soul is never to be fit into a mold.

One could be different from many, many could be different from one, none of us are the same, merely sharing traits. No one is superior to others, yet they claim some are lesser, worthless or inferior. Indeed, the hypocrisy is high.

A simple life, she had wished, folding notes neatly before setting them in the winds, flying high along with the joys she once loved. A normal career, she’d asked for, filling the data with papers and ink cartridges only for it all to be denied, all because of a mold they’d envisioned of her. A dream, she once had, where hands in hands we danced, smiling under a soothing sunset, where flesh and bones meant nothing but a vessel for the mind.

But alas, luck never was on her side.

Persistent, however, she still pushed, and pushed, even as the world seemed to settle, even as the clouds seems to hate her, she never once wavered. A step to glory, so close to the dream she buried deep beneath layers of apathy. So close to at last putting a smile onto the faces of her family.

Premise:

She never wanted this.

Her life was troublesome the moment she was born, bound into the images constructed by the years of history, always the first one to be blamed. Her kindergarten years were filled of accusations, her grades were tanked by bias and her career nearly got cut short before being fished out, drowning in despair and sheer hopelessness.

You were practically her beacon of light, and one of the few that dared to even do so for the likes of her at that. “Leech,” they’d yell, amongst the other things. Tomatoes they would throw, as if the gesture of ancient discontempt weren’t already affecting her enough. Stakes, they would threaten her with, silver bullets, they would flare—

—yet some still stood against the name made by those who left their greed and gluttony unchecked. Donors, protection, all the things in this world. Chlarine only had one person then that would defend her.

On the day where she was accepted as a major contributor to the world, they still hated her. They cared not if she cried, the disdain simply couldn’t be ignored in their selfish hearts.

So, she apologized.

Author’s note:

mmm commissioned bots. i do ts for free, yall shoul be GRATEFUL!!!

warning!! j-word is in the initial message, and for the people out there, also the c-word, hard R, out loud against machines.

yeah i’m so damn corny. prolly why i’m flopping LOLOLOL (s’not like i wasn’t flopping already💔)

all the bots innthe trending page is so ass :/ they’re all so BOORRRRINGGGGGGGG

dont even get me started on the bots,,, why are there still so many of them? Like yeah we shouldn’t kinkshame people but honestly I just don’t like em. Not telling who’s doing what they want though, cuz it’s just me being a hater🙄

why are my bots only getting heavier