Garry x Male!Reader [AU] (Request) by NoneOfYaBusiness, literature
Literature
Garry x Male!Reader [AU] (Request)
An AU where ghosts of your past life try to reach out to you.
Finally.
Hardly anyone recovers from the shock of seeing someone from their past lives quickly. They usually freak out about what's happening. No one really expects it or knows when it will happen, but it always does. Those people that try to communicate with you, make contact with you and hope for some kind of click.
Not everyone gets that. Not everyone is able to see those who came before them. And then of course, there are the one's that deny their existence, what they say or what they do. It's fruitless to try and change their minds. It was too much for them to handle.
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Faint plops of icy drops, stifling the fear oozing about in thick currents swirling about a crimson figure pooling down below the the gallery in a silent drift. Eyes were sunken in, the creature exploring the quiet tides in a cloud of pulsing bubbles rising around a curved tail to flail away from dear Ib, flowing downward from her world and into another so vividly designed that her head could not wrap around its mere beauty soaring like a sky of fluffy clouds and glimmering dew drops.
Long halls and lucid calls of the paintings galore singing outward their hearts, therefore beckoning to their guest whether in good or bad greeting w
Garry x Reader: Keep Me Company by SinnamonBby, literature
Literature
Garry x Reader: Keep Me Company
Friendship? You didn't know this word. After all, you were a painting in the Guertena museum. Your name was ________. The painter, Guertena painted you and now you lived in the museum for goodness knows how long. How long as it been? 10 years? 20? You don’t remember. All you did was watched the people in the museum pass by, stopping once in a while to see you. But you couldn’t do anything.
It was late at night and you knew that there was a little girl in the world you are. You thought that she must have ended up inside a painting, which made her into this other world. The world you and the other paintings and statues are. Now you