#what i need to do and what i need to feel ccomfortable with is just glossing past some of these times with Beau and the posse bcs he's

[spiritofjustice]

getting to a point in SOBR where i don't precisely know how to execute what needs to be done... i generally know what should be done, and where we're going, i just don't entirely know how to get there.

#psy's no punctuation posts #SOBR tag #cause like. ok he's killed someone and we're moving on. so how are we going to get to Beau killing Abe by the end of act 2 #it's just a matter of figuring it out. doing some thunkin' or whatever but waa where shall we go... #cause the only thing going on in Beau's life rn is paying Vincent back and gallivanting w Jerome Horn and co #and like. ok he's already gone on a thing with Jerome and i'm saving them going on another for later drama to set up #a bunch of stuff at the end of act 2 including Abe's death #i need to go around and collect all the stuff i wrote down bcs i have a bunch of potential ideas for act 2 #i write down every single thing i think about for SOBR but that means it's all just random shit jotted down in my writing channel on discor #i keep coming back to the Blackstone family in different ways so i ought to refine that #and i need to put them all together and see what i have for potential ways to take the plot now #cause i started on ch12 but where am i even going . i must figure it out #and i will! just takes time #act 2 is the soupiest in execution like i have a bunch of pieces i just need to connect them more or less #i don't want it to be Beau going out with them over and over again bcs that's boring and redundant #what i need to do and what i need to feel ccomfortable with is just glossing past some of these times with Beau and the posse bcs he's #not gonna kill someone every single time. like we need to be sparing with who he actually directly kills until Abe dies and we enter act 3 #so ya. just needs thunkin like i said

[rotten-dragon]

A short vent story i wrote while on sleep meds last night! Apologies for the typos, i tried to find and fix as many as I could!

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"Im scared to hurt you, I… I cant be the one to hurt someone so precious as you." He whispered, delicate fingers holding up the other's chin, to look at him.

The shorter male smiled, though it was bittersweet. "You can't hurt me more than I hurt myself, Liu."

The taller one, Liu, let of a soft sigh. "Always so dark," he murmured. His thumb rubbed across Tyler's cheek. "How do i pull you out of yourself?"

Tyler leaned into Liu's touch, closing his eyes. "I dont… Entirely know." Was his response.

"Well what do you know?"

"That I want you… I dont… I dont care if you hurt me, Liu." Tyler opened his brown eyes, and looked onto the emerald one's staring down at him. "I just want us to be together. I want you to hold me. To kiss me, and cuddle with me I want to run my hands through your hair, and kiss your adorable freckles.. I want to comfort you if youre upset, and for you to do the same with me, I wa—mmf!"

Tyler was cut off when Liu crashed his lips into his own. They kissed for a long moment. Tyler's arms wrapped around Liu's neck. Liu's fingers entangled themselves in Tyler's blonde mowhawk, tugging hust enough for a small stinging to arise. Tyler didn't mind it. As long as it was Liu.

What was only seconds felt like glorious minutes to both the men.

"I love you," Liu whispered when he pulled away, lips only centimeters away from connecting with Tyler's again.

Tyler smiled softly, and his eyes glossed over. Those pesky butterflies fluttered wildly in his stomach. "Shush, you handsome dummy." Tyler murmured. "I might cry if you say that..."

"Its okay to cry," The killer responded. "Because I love you, and I want you to feel safe enough to cry around me."

Tyler pressed his face into Liu's chest. His eyes stung, yet he inhaled sharpy. Trying to stop the tears from falling as he always did. "Shhh-shhush," he stammered out, voice wavering. "I-I dont… Dont want you to sss-see me like this…!"

One hand moved to rub Tyler's back. Liu kissed Tyler's head. "Its okay," Liu told him softly. He knew that Tyler must have something else bothering him. There had to be so much going on inside that mind of his. Yet Tyler never seemed to talk about it. Liu wanted to help him and he was going to do so in the way he could. "I dont think you're weird for crying. I won't yell at you. I wont scream. Ill hold you, okay? ill hold you, and love you while you let out your emotions. I want to do that for you."

Tyler let out a sob. His hold on Liu tightened as tears slipped down his rosy cheeks. His mind was screaming at him to stop. To not show such a pathetic side of himself to Liu. But he couldn't contain himself when Liu openly showed love and support in this way.

Tyler wasn't sure how long he cried in Liu's arms. It could've been an hour or more. But Liu never stopped ccomforting Tyler, and holding him close. Eventually, he was able to pull himself together and look up at Liu, who gave him a sweet smile. "Feel a little better, darling?" Liu asked softly.

Tyler sniffled, and nodded. He smiled back at Liu then proceeded too… Sink his teeth into Liu's shoulder...?

"Oh?" Liu raised a brow and chuckled. "Are you a Piranha now, Ty?"

"Mhm!" Tyler nodded not moving from where he was. He giggled deviantly. He didn't bite too hard. (He could never hurt Liu!)

"Does my little Piranha need a snack? Maybe some water?" Liu hummed. He had never stopped rubbing Tyler's back.

Tyler hummed with thought, then pulled back and nodded. "Feeeeeed meeeeee!" Tyler purposefully made his voice deeper, and croaky.

Liu let out a laugh, and nodded. "Alright my little piranha, lets go get you a snack!" Liu picked Tyler up Briadal style, making the shorter one squeak in suprize. If wasnt often that Liu did this but every time he did, it was always a suprize! Tyler just smiled as Liu carried him to the kitchen.

He was happy. Liu made him feel happy. Accepted. Loved, unconditionally.

#creepypasta #self insert #vent fic #homicidal liu #liu woods #long post #tyler #liu x tyler #my art