Hello there my Desires and Wolfies! For all those who do not know me, I am BB-Chan! If you haven't read any of my older stories, please expect:
- Humor at the wrong time
- Lots of references
- A few 4th wall breaks
- Crossovers
- And a few grammatical errors here and there
It's just me trying so add a bit of spice to a bland sentence. You're welcome ;)
In this story, we're going to focus on lots of angst and one of the biggest changes that happened in my life; OCD, depression, and anxiety. One of the main characters will have these mental disorders, and I will use my personal experiences to show that depression isn't just being all sad and tired. There's so much more to it than what Hollywood depicts it as.
This will have some ships, and in this story, I'm just adding some more variety in here. Warning, a few OC's will be here, but they don't contribute to the main plot. Just think of them as background characters.
The ships here are going to be TomTord, EddMatt, and... Frans! (My UnderTale friends where you atttt!?)
Each relationship is going to go a bit slow, and that's because I want them to have bonding moments and all that crap.
The story takes place at 'The End', and if you haven't seen it, here you go.
I advise you to watch these videos to know what's happening. Here's some info on the characters if you want a better understanding of how I'm gonna portray the characters as.
Tord Hansen—
Height: 5'3
Age: 20
Sexuality: Bi!
Tom Richmond—
Height: 6'0
Age: 21
Sexuality: Asexual
Edd Grand—
Height: 5'5
Age: 20
Sexuality: Gay!
Matt Harris—
Height: 6'11
Age: 21
Sexuality: Pansexual
Good lord, I'm sounding so serious... XD
Anyways, that's all I want to say. There's gonna be some DomTom and SubTord in here, and if you're not a fan of that but still want to know the plot of this, I am really glad you want to know the plot of my stories ^^
Without further ado, I give you, 'Porcelain Face'.
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Porcelain Face | HIATUS |
FanfictionI felt happiness when I was with them. I lost all hope when I left. I relied on my cold, sinful, and emotionless heart for support. I had no one else to turn to but the one I didn't trust the most: myself. I told myself it was better to be feared th...
