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Like Gone & Grief, this is a “What if?” scenario. The ITP: Happy Ending AU was made by @maraariana01

Title: Too Late

Description: Funtime Freddy has a fun and exciting time as he deals with Oswald and the rabbit.

(TW: Blood+injuries/dismemberment)

(TW: Death)

Ralpho opened his eyes. Looking around, he remembered that he was in the living room, the lights off—some of the only light currently coming from the TV.

It seemed that it was paused—there was still nearly an hour left of the rom-com. It was the fourth one that the two had settled on watching—after having coming back from a walk.

So far, the rabbit’s favorite film of the bunch had been the second one. Among other reasons, he thought that one of the characters had reminded him of Spring Bonnie.

Spring Bonnie. Honey Bun? The rabbit looked around—and found himself surprised by how he failed to realize something. He was laying on top the bunny.

He knew that’s not how he’d been originally—he’d been sitting beside Spring Bonnie, head against his shoulder. So, Ralpho guessed that, at some point, Spring Bonnie changed positions.

Ralpho looked at the bunny. His eyes were closed. Although, Ralpho wasn’t sure if Spring Bonnie was actually asleep or not. It had never seemed like he could.

Though, he could remember his Honey Bun telling him about nightmares—or something that at least felt like one. Spring Bonnie always seemed so scared after it—at least for a moment.

He’d told the rabbit once about how something horrible had happened to both him and Oswald. Ralpho had never been good with nightmares—or anything similar—yet he listened to Spring Bonnie, at least.

Ralpho could remember having his own nightmares when he slept—although they were never all that often. He usually never remembered his regular dreams, or nightmares.

The last one he’d had—which he could at least vaguely remember—involved the rabbit being back at Camp Etenia—although it had seemed pretty different.

Ralpho didn’t know if the bunny was aware that he was awake or not. But, the rabbit decided not to say anything—even if there was something he wanted to tell Spring Bonnie.

Settling on telling Spring Bonnie sometime later, Ralpho laid his head back down against the bunny’s chest. He’d never noticed until now, but it felt a little fuzzy.

As he reached down, grabbing hold of one of the bunny’s hands, Ralpho closed his eyes, slowly falling back asleep. He felt a gentle squeeze around his hand.

...

Funtime Freddy stared up at the rabbit that he held up in the air. As he squeezed the rabbit tighter, the bear’s barely functioning tail began wagging.

Ralpho glanced between the bear and the concerned Oswald. Oz and Honey Bun have had to deal with this guy before? He flinched at the grip tightening again—yet Funtime Freddy didn’t do much else yet.

Both Oswald and Ralpho could hear a strange noise—it was happening repeatedly—and Oswald was sure that he had started hearing it earlier, shortly after Funtime Freddy first appeared.

From where the boy was standing—being kept in place by the bear—he could see an occasional movement from his storage tank. Is... Is he trying to open it...?

Ralpho was struggling. His hands were wrapped around Funtime Freddy’s arm, trying to pull it off—trying to get out of the bear’s grasp—but it wasn’t working.

Neither were the rabbit’s kicks. He managed to kick his legs twice—both times hitting Funtime Freddy square in the storage tank—but that did nothing. Except make the bear laugh.

This was the rabbit’s first time ever seeing the bear—yet he knew that this wasn’t Oswald’s. Ralpho didn’t know any of the details of the previous encounter—except that Funtime Freddy hadn’t succeeded.

On the way to the building, he’d heard the bear rambling on and on—among the things that Ralpho had managed to catch, he’d heard Funtime Freddy say “Silly Millie”, and decapitation.

The rabbit needed to get Oswald out of here. He needed to get him back to Spring Bonnie. Ralpho wanted to get back to him, too. It just seemed like doing that was a little difficult right now.

Right now, more than anything else, Ralpho would love for him and Oswald to be doing anything with the bunny—maybe try watching another rom-com.

Instead, the two were dealing with a broken bear who wouldn’t stop laughing, and wanted to kill them. Ralpho didn’t even understand how he’d found them—had he been following for a while?

“Little Ocelot,” The boy looked up at the smirking bear. He didn’t like that new look in Funtime Freddy’s eyes. “What should you do with a stuffed animal?”

Oswald blinked. What? “I... you should just-“

“Wrong!” The bear chuckled, interrupting the boy before he had the chance to even finish. “Wrong, Little Ocelot!” The bear’s tail was wagging again.

“The correct and only answer is to tear them apart! It’s fun!” Funtime Freddy laughed in excitement. Oswald and Ralpho didn’t. The rabbit glanced down at Oswald.

He opened his mouth to speak, only to get caught off guard when Funtime Freddy slammed him against the wall—keeping him against it with his arm. A groan escaped the rabbit.

In the process of pinning Ralpho to the nearby wall, Funtime Freddy had roughly shoved Oswald away. As of now, the bear found himself more focused on the rabbit.

“You know...” Funtime Freddy stared into Ralpho’s eyes, the rabbit’s ears lowering, and quite a large frown on him. “I hear that rabbits have a lucky foot...”

Ralpho’s eyes widened as the bear grabbed ahold of his left leg—the grip as tight as possible. “I wonder if it’s true for the whole leg...” Funtime Freddy pulled.

...

Ralpho sat there, a pen in hand, and staring down at the paper. He grinned. On the top, it said “Things I Love About You, Spring.”

Below that, the rabbit had already written over forty things, yet he wasn’t done yet. He figured he’d probably have to use the back, or even get another piece of paper.

Ralpho had already settled on giving it to Spring Bonnie at some point—as part of his confession. Although, he still didn’t exactly know when that would happen—he was still planning things.

When he heard footsteps approaching the area, Ralpho’s eyes widened, and his ears twitched. Not finished yet! Looking around, he tried to find a place for the list.

The rabbit proceeded to take his hat off, stuff the list into it, and put it back atop his head. Just as he finished doing that, Spring Bonnie entered, walking over to him.

“Hey, Spring,” Ralpho smiled up at him.

...

Oswald covered his ears as Ralpho began screaming, but that barely did anything—he still heard the rabbit’s pained screaming. Funtime Freddy laughed again.

The boy tried to look away—watching the blood began coming out of the rabbit, but he found himself unable to do so—or move in general. He wanted to help. But he couldn’t.

As Funtime Freddy dropped Ralpho and the leg—tears and blood spilling from out of him—the bear noticed something else. He’d heard the sound of something opening. Glancing down, he grinned.

“I’ll be taking this!~” Funtime Freddy chuckled. He reached down, picking up the leg, and placing it inside of his storage tank. He tried to close it, but found that he couldn’t.

Turning around, Funtime Freddy faced the terrified Oswald. He slowly began approaching. “You know what, Little Ocelot?” His eyes glowed brightly, “I think I’ll tear you both apart!”

“N-No...” The collapsed rabbit reached towards Funtime Freddy, who was getting closer to Oswald—who, in response, was backing away—and reached for his ankle.

Funtime Freddy paused at the action. His head turned away from the boy, and he looked down. He was silent for a couple of seconds, debating on what to do next.

Quickly, and without warning, the bear reached over, wrapping an arm around Oswald to keep him in place—all while flipping Ralpho over, and stomping a foot down on his stomach.

“You’re going to get to watch, Little Ocelot!” Funtime Freddy revealed, giggling happily. “And then, it’ll be your turn after I finish up!”

Reaching down, he took hold of Ralpho’s left arm, and quickly started pulling and tugging at it. Ralpho cried out—and Oswald began thrashing around in the bear’s grasp.

“S-Stop it! Stop hurting him!” The boy begged.

New tears were forming in the rabbit’s eyes—and falling—as Funtime Freddy continued. All three of them could hear the arm ripping—could see it ripping—could see the blood coming out.

Ralpho glanced towards his other arm, and then back up at Funtime Freddy. The rabbit threw a punch—hitting the bear directly in the face.

It didn’t do anything—except for making the bear start to laugh. Through said laughter, he gave the arm one final tug—and that was it.

He didn’t stop laughing to himself as the arm finally came off, and as he heard Ralpho begin to scream again from the pain. He watched the new blood spill onto the floor.

Funtime Freddy only held onto the arm for a couple more seconds, before simply tossing it away. Unlike the orange rabbit’s leg, he didn’t feel like keeping the arm.

“Did that hurt?” The bear smirked, tilting his head to the side. The only responses he got was a whimper from Ralpho, and the boy calling out for the rabbit, while thrashing around in his grasp once more.

Oswald could feel his own tears beginning to form and fall. As he called out Ralpho’s name again, the rabbit lifted his head up, shaking.

Rather quickly, Funtime Freddy came up with what he wanted to do next. He set Oswald to the ground, shoving him quite far. Then, he reached down.

He picked Ralpho back up by the throat, quickly tightening his grip, and he started to pull his arm back far.

Ralpho turned away, blinking the tears away—only for new ones to start forming and falling moments later. Through them, he stared at Oswald.

The room the three of them were in had two doors—but they seemed locked. Ralpho wanted the boy to get out, though. He noticed a vent not too far from where Oswald was.

“O-Oz..!” The rabbit managed to call out. “L-Look... you... you need to-“

Ralpho froze. Gasping, with widened eyes he looked away from Oswald, he looked down at himself. Funtime Freddy’s arm had gone straight through his chest.

Looking behind himself for a moment, he saw that it had gone all the way through—coming out of his back. Ralpho screamed as Funtime Freddy pulled his arm out.

Funtime Freddy laughed as he watched Ralpho fall to the ground. He stared at the hole he had left, and then at the blood that was being spilt—some was on his arm, unsurprisingly.

The rabbit lay on the ground, staring up at the ceiling, shaking.

...

Ralpho refocused on the bunny in front of him. “Which, actually, reminds m-“ He stopped halfway, and stared.

As he felt his ears go up, he heard a gasp manage to escape him as he stared at the beautiful flowers. He had to hold in a laugh that was filled with surprise.

He couldn’t believe this. Nearly for the entire day, Ralpho himself had been planning out a little (or, rather large), speech for Spring Bonnie. He thought it would be a nice way to confess.

It seemed that Spring Bonnie had beaten him to the whole confessing thing—but it was a rather pleasant surprise. He thought it was cute.

As Ralpho stared at the flowers, he realized that he found himself staring at the orange and blue ones. They reminded him of himself. Smiling, he looked back up at Spring Bonnie.

“Aw, Spring...!” The rabbit cried out, leaping. He wrapped his arms around Spring Bonnie—and he felt the bunny wrap his own arms around him quickly.

Staring at Spring Bonnie with a growing smile, he felt his nose touching the bunny’s. Spring Bonnie hadn’t let go of the flowers.

“I love you, too!”

...

Ralpho turned his head, staring at Oswald. The boy had run over to him, and was kneeling beside the rabbit. “R-Ralpho...” Oswald whispered.

“Os-... O-Oswald... I-“ The rabbit cried out as the pain was getting worse. He tried not to look. “I’m fine.” Ralpho wanted to tell him. But he didn’t look the part.

“I will be fine” Ralpho had thought of telling him next. But... would he? The rabbit didn’t know. Nothing like this had ever happened to him—he’d never experienced this.

The worst he’d ever been hurt, until now, had been the times when he’d received the patches on his leg and arm—and both of those had been small and simple.

Honey Bun...

Ralpho, with his remaining arm, pointed. Oswald looked—and he noticed a vent after a moment. “There...” The rabbit muttered, his arm falling back to the ground.

“O-Oz. Yo-Y... You need to... g-go.”

Oswald opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by a burst of laughter coming from Funtime Freddy, who had been watching.

“Well, this has just been-“ Funtime Freddy stopped himself, ears twitching. He looked around, then down at the two of them.

“Did you hear that, Little Ocelot?”

Oswald stared. At first, the only things he could hear were coming from Ralpho, but then, after a second, the boy heard something new.

Footsteps. They were loud. They were approaching rather quickly, by the sound of it. The footsteps, from what all of them could hear, didn’t sound like a human was making them.

Funtime Freddy stared towards the main door of the room with a frown. Then, he glanced towards the side door of the room. The bear made up his mind.

“Well, bye-bye, Little Ocelot!~” Funtime Freddy bolted away from the two. He made his way towards the second, smaller door, almost tripping in the process.

He ripped the door off of its hinges, and ran.

...

Ralpho!? Oswald?! Spring Bonnie managed to get the door open, and hurried inside. Am I-

He had immediately began scanning the room, and he felt himself tense up at what he spotted. The bunny’s eyes shrunk. Ralpho...?

Blood. There was blood. There was so much of it. It was coming from Ralpho. There was an arm on the ground that he noticed—it wasn’t too far from his son and Ralpho.

Spring Bonnie forced his legs to start moving again, and he rushed towards the two. He could see everything better once close up—but the sight was even worse.

Ralpho was bleeding. His arm wasn’t on him. His leg wasn’t on him—where was his leg? The rabbit had a hole in his chest. Spring Bonnie felt the remnant and agony getting worse.

Shaking, Spring Bonnie knelt down beside Oswald and his son. I should have gotten here sooner. I should have gotten here sooner. I’m sorry!

As he reached over to try and pick up Ralpho, he heard Oswald speak up—his voice barely above a whisper. “He was protecting me...”

For a moment, he’d glanced towards his son as he spoke, and it didn’t seem like his son was hurt. He could only give his son a shaky pat, before looking back at Ralpho.

Spring Bonnie, at first, had been attempting to try and pick Ralpho up—wanting to carry him out of here—wanting to find him help. Could Jackie help, he wondered?

Although, the moment he’d wrapped his arms around Ralpho, trying to be as careful as he could—and attempted to lift him—the rabbit cried out.

I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Spring Bonnie began repeating.

Spring Bonnie wanted to do something. He wanted to get Ralpho and Oswald out of here. He needed to. He needed to get Ralpho help—but could Jackie do anything?

He didn’t want Ralpho to be in pain—but trying to get a hold onto him to get him out of here had caused the rabbit even more pain. I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry...

Spring Bonnie glanced back at Oswald for a second. If he couldn’t move Ralpho, what if he had his son text Jackie to try and get her to come help Ralpho?

Though, that option was quickly thrown out the window. Spring Bonnie remembered that Oswald didn’t have his phone with him. He’d seen it in his son’s room after the two left.

In the back of his mind, he thought about asking Oswald to go find her—but, he hated that. Funtime Freddy may not be in here, but he was out there.

If he requested that, Oswald would be alone, and with Funtime Freddy still around, the bear could easily catch the boy a third time—the second time on the same day.

Spring Bonnie couldn’t leave, either—he’d end up leaving Oswald and Ralpho alone. What if, after he left, Funtime Freddy came back?

There was still the option of all three of them leaving in an attempt to find her. But, simply just moving Ralpho caused the rabbit further pain.

The bunny felt himself starting to shake more. Trying his best to be even more careful, he took hold of Ralpho, and pulled him closer—ears lowering as the rabbit cried out from pain.

I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’ll try to be careful. You need help. Jackie can help you. Spring Bonnie wrapped his arms around Ralpho, and began to stand up.

Stay with me. Stay with me, please. You’ll be okay—she can help. Spring Bonnie stood up to his full height, holding the orange rabbit bridal style.

“Ho-H-... Honey... B-Bun...” The bunny stared down. Ralpho stared up. I’m here... I’m here now... He should have gotten here sooner. He should have gotten here before this happened.

As he stared at Ralpho, carefully beginning to make his way towards the door, he felt Oswald move to his side. You protected him... I should have been around to protect you both...

Ralpho moved himself around a little bit—resting his head against Spring Bonnie’s chest. He lifted his hand up, shaking, and rested it against the bunny’s cheek.

“Gl-G... Glad... to s-see... you...” Ralpho mumbled. “M-... Missed... you, H-Honey Bun...”

“Oz... is... okay...”

Just as the three of them reached the main door, Ralpho’s hand slid off of Spring Bonnie’s cheek, and fell down to his side. R-Ralpho...?

Looking down at the rabbit, his eyes were shut—Spring Bonnie wasn’t sure if he’d seen Ralpho even open them—and he wasn’t moving. He wasn’t moving.

“Ralpho...?” He heard his son say.

Feeling his body beginning to shake further, Spring Bonnie continued to stare down at the rabbit. Ralpho? Ralpho! No, no... no, please! Please... please...

He moved one of his own hands, and gently placed it on one of Ralpho’s cheeks—the first thing Spring Bonnie could think of to do was gently rub the rabbit’s cheek.

No response. The rabbit remained still. Spring Bonnie felt himself collapse onto the ground—the remnant and agony dripping onto the ground, and onto Ralpho.

Keeping the rabbit in his grasp, he reached down, and grabbed hold of his hand. He held it, and gently squeezed. Ralpho, please. Please, please don’t go. Please... stay...

Although he didn’t hear anything—aside from some sniffling now—he felt Oswald hug him. He could only pull the boy closer. I’m... I’m so sorry, I should have...

Spring Bonnie had never had nightmares before—he’d have the flashbacks, but those weren’t the same. But, Spring Bonnie wished that, right now, he could have them.

He wanted this to be a nightmare—he wanted this to just be a nightmare that he suddenly had for the first time—and for him to wake up, and see Oswald and Ralpho with him, having not been captured.

I’m so sorry! Spring Bonnie held Ralpho closer to him, as more remnant and agony began leaking from his eyes. This couldn’t be happening. This shouldn’t be happening. It shouldn’t.

I’m so sorry...

He kept a hold on Ralpho, not planning on letting go. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry... both of you. I shouldn’t have suggested the idea...

Spring Bonnie shut his eyes. This wouldn’t have happened...

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simlit · 1 year

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2, 3, 4, 5, 8, 10, 11, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 23, 25 for Yehl

What architectural or design aesthetic would best suit them?

rococo; especially light or pastel colors, grandiose designs inspired by nature and the pure drama of baroque architecture: one | two | three

If your OC likes art, talk about which piece they would love best.

The Kiss by Klimt is my personal favorite as a representation of Yeryn. Something about the pose just gets me. Both firm and tender, and there's a desperation to the way they hold each other, as well as a deep romance I adore. As for what Yehl's personal favorite would be, I ordered up something sensual, preferably with nudity and lots of drapery and The Cryptid led me to these: Sleeping Hermaphroditus | Undine Rising from the Fountain

What character from myth or fairytale best represents them?

Rapunzel; There are a wide variety of "maiden in the tower" stories, but share similar themes. A young, beautiful woman locked in a tower, usually due to the selfish purpose of others or to keep her virginal. Yehl's younger years are contained. He's only able to go as far as his father allows, making him feel perpetually trapped. Even though he lives well and has everything he needs provided for him, he lacks freedom and agency. As cliché as it is, his story follows the damsel in distress trope, and like Rapunzel, he doesn't really earn his strength and independence until the arrival of the prince. They also both have incredibly long hair.

If your OC was a character in a novel from literary canon, who would they be?

Narrator | The Yellow Wallpaper; Yehl is my favorite character, and it's only fitting that I would choose my favorite short story for him. It's a very feminist piece of literature, but I think its themes are universal in today's world. In the story, the narrator is a woman likely experiencing some form of postpartum after the birth of her child, and her husband, following doctor's advice, takes her to a vacation house and keeps her there. It's more of the same thematic that led me to choosing Rapunzel, but The Yellow Wallpaper focuses in on the woman's deteriorating mental health as she is forced to stay locked in a single room. I relate this to Yehl's numerous unhealthy coping mechanisms for dealing with his life, which he feels he has very little control over. So, the things he can control are generally all just desperate cries for attention. As he grows older, that desperation becomes more pent up and corrosive, more self-destructive, to the point where he verges on the edge of a "snap" on more than one occasion, and in a constant battle with himself as to whether he should give up entirely or to carry on miserably just to spite those that wish him gone. By the end of the short story, the narrator does eventually suffer that mental break, and I just think it's a really tragic and all too real and human depiction of what happens when someone is deeply oppressed by a toxic environment.

If your OC were to live in some other time period, which era would they be best suited for?

Act I Yehl 1920s for sure. First taste of freedom and the falling away of old traditions and restrictions. An endless whirlwind of partying, breaking rules and peak luxury. Post-Taryn and Celaedian Yehl, would probably be 30-40s. The 20s, but more mature.

What piece of moody poetry or novel quote best encompasses your character?

"He wanted all to lie in an ecstasy of peace; I wanted all to sparkle and dance in a glorious jubilee. I said his heaven would be only half alive, and he said mine would be drunk; I said I should fall asleep in his, and he said he could not breathe in mine." - Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights

What is their character theme song and why? If it has lyrics, which line best fits them?

Why'd you lie in the carnage with me? Why'd you gift me your fallout? You were right, it was on us to see we were holding out."Let Go" - Talos

Talos is one of my favorite artists because of his lyrics. They're not straight forward and he doesn't explain himself, which leaves so much up for interpretation. One of the things I think he does best is embody a feeling of pain and struggle in his music. "Let Go" is Yehl's theme because of how well it personifies that struggle. To me it reads as two people who stay together despite one suffering from extreme mental anguish or fatigue. Maybe it's depression, grief, guilt, who knows. But I think at the core of Yeryn's dynamic, Yehl is such a broken person and Taryn knows it deeply. Though at the beginning he wants little more to exploit that, he begins to take on Yehl's feelings, not internalizing, but simply in a state of constant awareness. Even though Taryn has struggles of his own, this one thing was true early on. He found Yehl's suffering beautiful and wanted to save him in the only way he knew how, by fighting his demons for him. And that line "Why'd you lie in the carnage with me?" resonates with me as Yehl trying to understand that Taryn could love him enough to bear his problems alongside him, regardless of their consequence.

Who is your muse’s muse?

Judine; Yehl always admired his eldest brother. Even from a young age, Yehl emphatically adored Judine. To him, Judine is the epitome of both kindness and strength. In his mind, he puts his brother on a pedestal, believing him to be perfect in every way, and worthy of love. I think the latter, most of all, is why Yehl wishes he could be more like him. As if, if he was just like Judine, he, too, could be loved.

What is a common misconception about your OC?

That he is flawless. As Celaedian, he doesn't lose any of the inner struggle or turmoil of his younger years, he simply matures to a point where he can better cope with them, and prioritizes things besides himself. Even his own son fails to recognize that Yehl isn't perfect. It's such a stark difference to his earlier life when everyone believed him to be a complete fuck up. Outside the context of the story though, I always think it's funny when people see pictures of Yehl without having read the novel, and assume him to be this fragile, precious little bun and Taryn as the dark, menacing force, when realistically their personalities were the opposite of expectation, though nuanced. Yehl has always been mentally fragile, but so many of his behaviors were more of the typical "villain" traits than Taryn's.

What sort of role do they take on in relationships, either familial, romantic or platonic. i.e. are they a defender, protector, nurturer, etc.

Nurturer, even though it takes him a long time to feel strong enough to do so. In his relationship with Taryn, and even with Zehel, he is a constant source of open, unconditional love, and will tell them so even if they can't. He is the softness and the emotionality they lack. They provide him with a safe place to be who and what he is, and he offers his love freely.

What is one thing that they only let those closest to them see?

How hurt he really is. Yehl denies for a long time that he suffered emotionally at his father's hands. He wants everyone to believe he didn't care, and that he was fine. He went out of his way to earn a reputation of being wild and reckless and carefree, but it wasn't who he actually was. He's incredibly fragile, but to him, letting others see him break was an act of surrender. He didn't want his abusers or the people who hated him to have the satisfaction of knowing what they did affected him. Taryn, Judine and Linaea were the only people who could see through him, but Taryn is the first and only person he finally lowered the mask for, and is still the only person he feels safe enough with to openly admit it to.

How would their life be different if they had never met their partner?

I think the sad part is that Yehl really would have been worse off if he'd never met Taryn. He sort of did need someone to come along and save him, because he really couldn't help himself, and even if he could, he'd been so beaten down he'd more or less given up. He would have wasted away on the chain his father had given him. Never loved or been loved, never seen the world. He would have lived his false charade of a life until he faded away, and very few people would have ever known him well enough to miss him.

What was the moment at which they knew they were in love, or was it a slow buildup?

It was a slow buildup, but he felt the physical attraction first. It wasn't until much later when he realized Taryn had the capacity to be gentle with him that the emotional attraction began.

What was it about their significant other that made them fall in love with them? Was it a single eye-opening experience or many gestures over time?

It was Taryn's willingness to listen and actually hear him that Yehl fell in love with. Taryn was the first person he could truly talk to, and honestly, Taryn is a really good listener. Being able to confess things openly was both terrifying and deeply liberating for Yehl. And when Taryn begins to offer more in the way of protection and defense, giving Yehl the space to be weak and vulnerable, as well as a strong force which Yehl could rely on, he can't help but to fall for him.

Which “tortured artist” does your OC share the most similarities with?

Virginia Woolf; Virginia suffered several severe depressive episodes, eventually leading her to take her own life. I think, unchecked, Yehl might have met the same grim fate. Like Virginia, I think what Yehl was passionate about, keeping his mother's memory alive, tending to her garden, and keeping up his walls in spite of everything, kept him going, allowed him an escape, and he was able to outrun his own distress until he found his "cure", so to speak. Unfortunately in the real world, it hardly ever works that way.

What does your OCs handwriting look like?

#jade babbles #ask game #ec: yehl leandelle #itp: me answering whatever tf I want #this is so long :deadge:

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