Impliedsuicide Stories

I feared the ocean swallowing me whole before I could find what I was supposed to be looking for. What was I looking for? I couldn't tell you if I tried. Maybe it was a feeling. An emotion only I had access to. Something that I could cherish without worry. Maybe it was something else entirely. Something simple, like a shell or a fish. Whatever it was, it was too deep below surface level for me to even attempt to catch, and hold on to it confidently. But it's not like I can do much confidently anyway. (a suicide note)

When all is said and done with Omori, after the decision was made and the fate was sealed that he were to gain complete control over Sunny, there was a minor interruption right before things were set in place. ⚠️ OMORI spoilers, implied/referenced suicide, suicide attempt, etc. are referenced here.

Just thoughts I have; some random, some meaningful. I just write as I go, the pen leads my thoughts, not I.

This can be called as a deoressed stiles fic but it's really just a vent fic. If anyone ever feels like this then feel free to message me on here or any other socials that I can give if you ask. You're not alone and you don't need to feel like you are

This is a story of the sun and it's flowers. This is depressing so if triggering don't read. Implied suicide. This is also not edited so if you find any mistakes please tell me.

Arisu Myojo. Bright Star. That was his mother. A woman who's light went dim, who desperately tried to shine in her husband's shadows but failed to escape the darkness. Or; A character study not on Ryouhei (at least, on purpose) but on the woman in the photo. One that accidentally turned into a chess fic and, somehow, Chishiya made his way into it too. Honestly, it got out of my hands the moment I decided his mother would love chess.

In which Mingyu and Wonwoo tried so desperately, but the word 'we' just wasn't meant for this life. This story is written in Mingyu's perspective, and is a recount of the things that happened in the past. Anything and everything here is entirely fictional, and any relation to reality is entirely coincidental. ⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING: IMPLIED SUICIDE ⚠️

The world around you is blooming with colors, the sky is a beautiful lavender, the grass a brilliant green, the sun and moon a white and yellow glow in that beautiful lavender sky smiling down upon you as you lay in the grass. Life is good, life is peaceful...

they r written in the format of a poem each one represents a different theme most of them r probably sad idk (warning; most of them are dark and gloomy and sad) most r inspired by my past/present or just random stories

The urge to jump, to fly and crash was etched deep within his skin his brain, the flesh of his lungs. The want to break into pieces and feel it all, the cool burn as the water fills him up inside and makes him whole as he distances himself from a heartbeat by the second. These thoughts fill Tyler in the holes created by others. The scrappy bandaging covering the wounds and scars left by himself and his head almost tingle at the thought of connecting with water. The fresh wounds that never stung, would burn when he would hit the water. ~~~~~~~ Trigger warning for mentions of suicide, self harm, cutting, and abuse. Stay alive frens |-/

Just a good angsty song-fic :] CREDITS: The Story - Conan Grey Characters not mine TW: Character death, implied suicide

Vents, very short ones at that.

Sequal to Sad Tale. She wakes up in an unknown world. Where is she? Why is she there? Read to find out and understand her journey to self-discovery.

"His sunshine, little flame, precious Keith... His light had gone out, and Lance's senses were filled with a darkness, so dense that he barely noticed the forms approaching in the distance." Prepare yourselves for extreme angst.

When I feel the need to poetry **WARNING** Some of these poems contain mentions of rape, suicide and self harm. If any of these topics would effect you negatively if read, please leave them alone! All poems with possible triggers will be marked with a * star

Veronica had two choices: fake her death or try to convince JD to stop with the murders. She chose the latter. The murders did stop. Wedterburg High is safe. But a last sacrifice had to happen to achieve this end.

Happy. Birthday. To. Me.

Crossposted on ao3 by Silly_nMishchevious Dandy's world was a hit kids tv show in the 1980s, but... it's been a while since then. All of garden view had been long abandoned, the show creators and toon handlers leaving the toons to rot. Despite the toons being abandoned, they somehow were sustained in garden view, taking care of themselves and each other, when nobody else knew or cared. That was until one day, a toon went missing. Their body was found stuffed into a half full machine of ichor. Now, in the cozy little community called garden view, there was a deranged murderer. How will they suffice? Who knows? Will they live to solve the mystery? That is anybody's guess.

Nami gets injured and no one's sure if she'll make it. (feat. Zero and Laura)