Tales Of Bloo

Tales Of Bloo

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~prologue~ Hi! My name's Bloo and I'm an inkling! I'm 16-years-old and live with my parents and little sister in Inkopolis Square. I go to Kraken high school and its sophomore year. And tomorrow I go back to school and.......I really don't wanna go. I've been bullied since elementary school and its only gotten worse over the years. You see, I was born wrong- a birth defect if you will. I was born with a very VERY feminine body, way to feminine for a male that as I grew up, the doctors were confused on what is was. I was made fun of for my fem body and the fact I sometimes where girl cloths, what can I say there comfortable. I never liked going to school, I either came home crying or depressed. Anyway, back to the present. Its night time and I'm laying in my bed trying to think of anything but school. I go to bed hoping tomorrow won't be too bad.... *WARNING* THIS STORY MAY CONTAIN.. -ABUESE -OFFENSIVE LANGUAGE -SMUT -SELF HARM -AND OTHER TRIGGERING ACTS (i do not own splatoon. these are made up characters with my own head canons and have nothing to do with the actual game)
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[OLD] [NOT MEANT TO ROMANTICIZE DEPRESSION OR MENTAL ILLNESS. SIMPLY A TROPE.] Tom isn't your average teen. But then again, what makes a teen average? His family is broken, his mental health is slowly declining, and he's faced questioning his sexuality. Often left to sit in his bed on his phone most of the day, his reasons to live were slowly declining. Tom thought it was better this way. It was better to not disturb anyone, to wear the same clothes over and over, and to stay boring. All, of course, until Tom met him. Updates every Friday. Maybe more days if I'm not busy or I'm motivated to do so. ⚠️ TW ⚠️ -boyxboy (shouldn't be a warning smh) -suicidal thoughts -self harm (cutting, etc) -no smut, probably fluff though -throwing up I didn't take the photo in the cover. I only added the text. This story does have a happy ending, because I also realized how much of an impact reading angst stories without one has on me. I also just want it to end well, and you probably do as well. Good luck reading, and thank you in advance.

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