Weeping Willow • DEH
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Connor leaned a little farther forward. The waves below were churning. He envisioned what it might be like: slipping from the edge, plummeting down and down and down until his body collided with the water, swallowed by the great black void. Hands scrambling for a purchase in the water, air leaching from his throat, until his vision faded to black and he lost all feeling. He couldn't help but smile.
//tw: suicide, homophobia, questionable parenting, drugs, mental illness//
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#103
treebros
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"How are you feeling, Connor?" "You know I can't do that." In the wake of triumphant and remarkably peaceful protests, androids achieved the validation they had ardently fought for-acknowledgment of their deserved rights. The echoes of the civil war faded into the past, yet, despite the victory, a disquieting hollowness clung to Connor's thoughts. The war had concluded, the chains of oppression had shattered, and yet an unsettling sense of emptiness lingered within him. The question persisted, a quiet murmur in the recesses of his mind: Could he revert to the patterns of his old existence? The shackles were gone, freedom beckoned, but why did this lingering void refuse to dissipate? The paradox of liberation and the persistent echo of emptiness perplexed him, casting a shadow over the newfound tranquility.Kumpleto
Dysphoria
"I dreamt I grew roots and sunk into deep earth, Where mud became my skin and dampened grains freckled my surface, I opened my mouth wide for the sprouting branches Leaf-speckled limbs And sunflowers blossomed from my eyes, Sunlight bled in waves, when my organ buried, drummed I know I have breathed earth-kissed breeze While moss grew slow and rich from my fingertips To clothe me and paint me living green, My bones turned to thick wood Bark splintering where furry creatures dip and pry in search of hearth, From my hair, summer grass rose toward thunderstormed sky And when those bloated clouds cracked open, wide I was bathed whole and I thought quite suddenly I must be alive" - I Dreamt I Was LivingKumpleto
Down // TreeBros ·· Soulmate AU
Huge thanks to @Saphirdrache / @Zitronendrache for the amazing cover. I absolutely love it. The world was always black and white. You always felt empty. They would always promise you that there's someone for you. All you have to do is kiss them and the world will turn right side up... ...They pray that it will turn right side up. **TRIGGER WARNING** Suicide Self-harm Anxiety Panic Attacks Abuse And a whole lot more - I know I'm evil haha September 25th 2017 - December 11th 2017Kumpleto
Human
For the first time in ages, he was being listened to, not just heard. His voice moved like the waves they danced in only a few days ago and carried out across the room like the storm raging outside. - George had never really felt like he fit in. Not because his adoptive family struggles with him being a trans man, or the fact that his younger sister is everything he will never be, but because hes always felt small. Cue in Dream, Georges best friends new dorm mate for college. Hes everything George wants to be. Tall, tattooed, cis, not to mention incredibly sexy. When his eyes fall on George the Earth seems to stand still. And that really fucking terrifies him.Kumpleto
Murphy Prince // Dear Evan Hansen //
Dear Evan Hansen, I thought today was going to be a normal day. I was going to go out on the oceanographer boat, jump into a divers suit and a heavy metal cage to see the humongous predators that we call great white sharks. A perfectly normal day. But then, it just happened. I couldn't even process what was happening but I knew I was going to die. I knew heard the smash and the crack. I don't even know why or how I'm alive. But I know it has something to do with that long brown hair. I don't know what thing that was, but hopefully it's still there in those blue waters. Just waiting for me. ~Tree Bros~Kumpleto
Cold || A Sincerely Three Fanfiction
I DO NOT OWN ANY CHARACTERS OR ANYTHING PLEASE DON'T COPYRIGHT ME PLEASE. Evan has always had some trouble making friends. He will admit that. His school was extremely transphobic, homophobic, you name it. But there are those few accepting people who may care. Jared knew he was kind of a weirdo. Okay a huge weirdo. He really just wanted some real friends. Is that too much to ask? His only real friend didn't even think he actually cared. Connor just wanted the pain to stop. That's all. He could numb it all he wanted but it never went away. He hated his parents. His sister was barely tolerable. But he just wanted to die. Evan and Jared have been friends for a while now. But they are just "family friends" although they both want more. They meet Connor and feelings erupt from the three. Connor and Jared support Evan in his troubles. Evan and Jared help Connor to better his mental state. And Evan and Connor give Jared much needed love. Everything goes smoothly until Evan starts getting sick. Really sick. The stress that his anxiety put on him may have been too much. No one knew what caused it, but just like words, his heart was failing. Will Evan be okay? Will this affect their relationship? Jared and Connor worry too much for their own good but they can't help it. Who can?Kumpleto
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"Natalie..." "That's not my name." ||TRIGGER WARNING|| |transphobia|homophobia|panic attacks| ¡completed¡Kumpleto
Dear Arizona|LGBT|completed but not edited
Apr 08: #197 in Short Story Apr 06: #213 in Short Story Mar 14: #311 in Short Story A tale of a trans boy who sees the non acceptance of trans people in just one quick blink that ruins his innocence. He is left with a destiny that tears many apart, including himself. His friends must search for one thing that could possibly save their scarred hearts. But then more drama happens. . . "Most trans people want to forget that the female or male them existed, but Arizona is a part of me and I don't want to forget those days. Sure, we argued and I still woke up with bloody sheets each month, but she taught me things no teacher could."Kumpleto
Not Sure If You're A Boy or A Girl~ Reddie
"Emily, I like you for your brain not your genitals." Emily's throat went dry, her brain shutting down. She waited a moment to see if he'd burst into laughter. Was this a joke? If the world wasn't spinning before it certainly was now. "Eddie, call me Eddie ~~~~ Emily is coming to terms with the fact that she's not Emily- she never was. She's always been Eddie and in a world of confusion, disbelief and out right hatred HE and the boy who would love him even if identified as a tree must find a way to overcome the obstacle handed to him at birth.Kumpleto
Rewritten. || Treebros || DEH AU || On Hold.
A different death. A different letter mishap. A different relationship. A different reason. But the story is still there. What if Evan had talked to Zoe outside of Jazz Band?What if they started dating? What if Zoe had died? What if secrets get let out? What if someone gets hurt because of it? What if's build up, as does pressure, for both the abandoned and the grieving. They need support, and comfort. But to find it when the world is beginning to turn against them will be difficult. !! Notes !! These are the trigger warnings: Suicide, self-harm, heck ton of cursing, a few slurs, jokes about death (probably), panic attacks, a lot of sobbing I'll alternate POVs whenever I feel like it. Connor's view has the most angst and depression. Chapter # = Evan i's = Zoe # = Connor I do NOT own the cover art. Only the text on it- credit to Astrocitos on 8tracks.Kumpleto
"How are you feeling, Connor?" "You know I can't do that." In the wake of triumphant and remarkably peaceful protests, androids achieved the validation they had ardently fought for-acknowledgment of their deserved rights. The echoes of the civil war faded into the past, yet, despite the victory, a disquieting hollowness clung to Connor's thoughts. The war had concluded, the chains of oppression had shattered, and yet an unsettling sense of emptiness lingered within him. The question persisted, a quiet murmur in the recesses of his mind: Could he revert to the patterns of his old existence? The shackles were gone, freedom beckoned, but why did this lingering void refuse to dissipate? The paradox of liberation and the persistent echo of emptiness perplexed him, casting a shadow over the newfound tranquility.
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