CloudyOrchards's Literatures
Depression/bad mental health (It's the whole one-shot theme its not light and fluffy its all hurt no comfort)
Self Depreciation and Hatred
Part can be read as a potential eating disorder
Allusion to abuse(not real, imagined)
Potential Suicide ideation? Death... Wish?
Self harm(not active or on purpose, subconscious)
Unreliable narrator
Marked as 18+ bc it's just dark and Sky is in a badddddd place
"Is it just the depression, or do these fries really taste like nothing?" Sky asks, his tone meant to be lighthearted but coming out dry and bland as his food.
"It is it." It supplies, factually and calmly, an attempt at comfort. There was no sorrow in this matter, in its eyes.
*Missing context is that the mortal character in this was born with a soul mark tying her to It, and It has been acting as her protector despite its centuries of solitude and torment. Her guardian angel, as ironic as that is. It finds the soul bond cruel to get after all this time, but dedicates itself to protecting its human nonetheless.
-Implied/Referenced Past Child Abuse
-Past Limb Loss Mention
-Panic Attack
-Self Hatred
"...Your quirk, you can… Control people right?" Loaf asks, purposefully ignoring eye contact in favor of staring at a small array of tiny cat figures perched on the edge of his desk.
Bianca stares, eyes half-lidded and dreamy as she gazes down to Audrey. She was gorgeous at a glance, anyone could say that. Scales dark as night, with a striking white underbelly and stunning iridescent pink stripes webbing across her body. Objectively she was the definition of beauty, but Bianca wonders how many everyday froad's really looked at her. Took in every detail that made her all the more beautiful. Her own body hovers, half straddling the smaller froad as she often did. She waits, and it comes naturally. Audrey's hands, gentle but firm pulling her in close, properly sitting on her lap as her eyes soften. They share a quick peck, sweet buttercups swaying in the breeze on a soft spring morning.
PTSD and trauma
Implied/Referenced Prior Abuse
He had been lying awake for nearly two hours. It was another night where he needed to resign, accept the fact that sleep would not greet him again. Remove himself from the bedroom and mope elsewhere, brew a pot of tea and hope the calming effects reach his pain.
Looking at Aizawa with broken, wounded Eri, he wonders if Aizawa will be her father too. So, he asks.
Loaf always stays up waiting to make sure Hizashi and Mizu make it home safe. On the night Hizashi doesn't return with her, Loaf admits to the title he's been calling Hizashi for months in his head.
-Implied/Referenced Child Abuse
-Manipilation via religion
-Arson
-Death of non main characters
If you had ever asked young Asha what colour darkness was, he would have said black. An inky unforgiving abyss, the corners where light dare not touch shrouded in impenetrable black hues. Never did he think darkness could be bright blue or saturated purples. It was illogical, for the very definition was the absence of light.
-Post rape trauma, does not detail the deed but it is still clear what happened.
-Murder and blood.
-All hurt no comfort
He saw it, through the window. The drapes were not pulled shut, and no lights were on-But Pierre had very good nightvision.
A Moment in Peace (very old and unedited, probably very bad)