Singh Family x child!reader(PLATONIC)
A/n: I’m writing this on google docs, so I hope this is good. I don’t see NEARLY enough Sweet Tooth x reader so I took matters into my own hands. Hope you all like this! Bye-bye!
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Everything had gotten worse ever since Rani, your mother, had gotten the Sick. Your father, Dr. Aditya Singh had stopped his medical practice as a way of avoiding going completely numb.
Years later, after learning that your mother wasn’t contagious, and moving into a community where nobody knew about your mother’s health aside from Dr. Bell. But she had stopped working because of her cancer, so your father had stepped up to become the doctor everyone looks to when in times of need.
A few weeks ago, you and your parents had gone to a community party, but had lost yet another neighbor as your father had diagnosed him with the Sick, you had all sang and some cried looking on at the burning house.
Soon, nobody had seen Nancie for about three days, and you, a young 12-year-old child, had no possible idea of where she was.
Your mother and father had gone to the clinic, something about a shipment? You had not a clue about it, but had decided to stay home. As usual, you stayed out of business and work, just like you always have, and you always will.
So as you were peacefully making a snack, the door had bursted open, you saw your parents being shoved inside your home. Then, in your moment of confusion and shock, a neighbor grabs your arm and sits you on a chair. Soon, yet another neighbor starts to wrap saran wrap around your torso.
You recognize this, this is what happens when someone has the Sick. Tears are falling down your face as you call out to your parents, asking what is happening.
You look to see your parents covered in saran wrap as well. They have understandably very sad and scared looks on their faces. As this is going on, all of your belongings are being doused in gasoline.
Your neighbors push your chairs together, and on one side, Rani holds your hand the best she can, and on the other, Aditya grasping your hand within his. Both parents whispering sweet nothings into yours and each other’s ears. Sad apologies are said to all people, whether it be something small or big, it was said.
Teary eyes looking at each other the best they can, and looking at the flames engulfing their once beautiful home. And you, looking up above at the ceiling, imagining the beautiful stars beyond what you see. You, crying while saying your last words to your parents, only wishing to have lived a better life.
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kind of annoying that ppl are still so heavily promoting the ~daily clicks~ for palestine, which means ostensibly tens or hundreds of thousands of ppl have been participating in that campaign daily…….. and the only documentation i’ve seen is ppl proudly announcing it raised a grand total of like $300 dollars of ad revenue over 3 months? numbers like that coming out should be discrediting not encouraging tbh. i don’t want to diminish the ‘little things’ and i guess everyone needs hope to keep going with other activism but that is such an insultingly infinitesimally small number when escaping gaza costs $10k+ a person and millions of dollars are being crowdfunded elsewhere. i just…. genuinely don’t think US americans should feel good patting themselves on the back for doing nothing
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To compensate for the angst bomb that was Untarnished’s prologue, I intend to load the first chapter with The Good Stuff: Peach and Toadette friendship, Peach and Luigi friendship, and then a dash of Mareach fluff, in that order. 👌🏻😌
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Tagged by @serendipminie thanks for the tag!!!
1) Make yourself as a villain
2) Write a simple origin story if you want (etc. what happened to drive you into becoming this way)
Have 2 pics bcs l couldn’t decide if I liked the top layer filter thingy or not. The concept was inspired by the fact I don’t sleep enough. (Heads up my pronouns are it/they hence the use of ‘it’ so often)
After suffering from so many sleepless nights, it finally gave in. It allowed the darkness to overtake them, hoping to finally end its sleepless suffering. But instead, the darkness consumed their soul, turning them into the thing everyone feared. It just wanted sleep, but alas, now they never will.
Now, instead of being tortured, tormented, and ridiculed by the monsters that go bump in the night, it became that very thing. Suffering more and more. Sleep now evading them for all eternity. Its red eyes pierce the darkness, shrouding those who see it in fear. Inky claws reach forward, yet they grasp at nothing, eventually scraping along the walls and floors.
It just wanted to sleep for fucks sake. But now. Now they’re the monster everyone will be raised to fear.
Tagging (no pressure!): @haahka @boysbeloving @loveable-sea-lemon @we-survive-endlessly @rainknow and anyone who wants to participate can blame me if they’d like!
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