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This blog is dedicated to catering the best (that I can do) Garou HCs, Garou x Readers, SFW & NSFW imagines, matchups and sometimes maybe some artwork of the monster himself!

Requests are open!

Let me tell you, I'm completely empty inside so you can request anything. I really don't judge. I'm shy and introverted in real life so, this is my place to unwind and do whatever tf I want.

I'll write for other characters too, but Garou mostly because he's my main squeeze.

Most of these will be female but I can write gender-neutral because my blog is for everyone.

I doubt any of the OPM characters (safe for a small few) judge you based on your looks, ethnicity, size, gender and overall exterior and I don't either, so feel free to be yourself!

I do the best I can with so much homework and exams, so a little support is appreciated.

I like to sketch too so you might find some weirdass sketches of Garou and stuff so yeah, be warned!

Thirsts are a thing here so thirst away please.

I write whenever I can so please excuse my tardiness if there is any.

Hello my name is anger 

I can't wait to disrupt your peace 

I make you do things out of your character

You can't defeat me 

I'll always get the best of you 

Don't fight it 

Let the anger consume you 

No more turn the other cheek 

That's weak 

It's time to get even 

With all those who've done you wrong 

Come on you know I'm right 

Release me from this cage 

I see the rage in your eyes 

Ticking time bomb waiting to explode 

All you need is a target.....

Hello my name is anger 

I can't wait to disrupt your peace 

Back in my tropical hometown , we dream of fall while cohabiting with monsoons and summers. We feel the december snowflakes melt on our cheeks through dimly lit screens and claim ," I shall experience that someday." So what do I , a once resident of this city , do when August approaches the outskirts of Seattle? Do I feel overjoyed ? Eagerly await to see the leaves kiss the pavements ? Oh no no. I panic.

I rush towards my window which oversees the maple trees, which are now dancing to the windy tunes of Callaveria Rusticana. With every step a week , every breath a day and every blink a moment lost,as the acid of mania burns through my layers of senses and I can't help but think "I am SO not prepared for this". I quickly reach out for the window pane and shut them tight lest the gale gushes in to set forth an upheaval. With the wailing wind pounding on the glass and a pounding heart , I sink into the floor beneath me.

It was not meant to be like this, it had never been this way in the poems of longfellow ,Keats or the movies wherein lovers walk in yellowed parks. This that threatens to break in any moment , is it a catastrophe that's only meant for me ? Was all that I had envisioned all these days merely a phantom of a rosy dream? Why, yesterday I had carved out a pumpkin and lit it with pine scented candles . I had learnt to bake the most delicious pumpkin pie and picked the most succulent apples for a mouth watering cup of apple cidars. Happiness and beauty ,isn't it what these months are all about ? So why do I feel this unknown tinge of sorrow leaking from the corner of my eyes ?

Suddenly, I heard the faint clicking of the key turning in the metal keyhole ." No !" I screamed as I almost tumbled down the staircase but it was too late . I watched with horrified eyes as a multitude of leaves stormed in surfing upon the tumultuous gale and occupied every corner of my once-tidy room. It was then that I realized that I had been holding my breath for so long and so I finally let it go. Smiling , I picked up a brown leaf from the floor and walked upto the window . Alas , the fall came in.

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I took a deep breath, trying to calm down my erratic heartbeat as I wait for the bus.

I held up my phone to the level of my face and checked if my soft pink lipstick is smudged, thanks to my uncanny mannerism to bite my lip when I'm nervous. I tucked the loose strands of my shoulder length brown hair behind my ear. Satisfied with my look, I pocketed the gadget.

""Get it together Josephine." I muttered lowly to myself. My edginess amp up a volume as more people come and wait under the shade of the bus stop againts the warm morning sun.

Five minutes.

Five more minutes until the red vehicle will turn into the curve. And then... and then...

Four minutes.

My throat feels like it's been stuffed with gravel and sand.

Three minutes.

A small kid was crying beside me as his mother scolds her.

I want to cry too.

Two minutes.

The sun's rays was covered by a puff of cloud making the place a little less brighter.

I think my brain is also a little less brighter today.

One minute.

This is such a stupid idea.

The red monsterous bus gleamed from the sun's now unpertrubed rays. The people around me tightened their grips on their bag as they prepare for the fight for the carrier's cushony seat. I let out a deep breath. You. Can. Do. This.

I stepped on to the bus and scanded the passengers of the metal tube.

I scowled when my target was no where to be seen. I blinked and took a second swipe of the scenery.

My brown eyes settled on a man. The man.

Ah there you are gorgeous.

He stood at the aisle almost near the end. His left hand curled into the grip as his other arm holds a vintage brown bag. I pushed my way through the crowd with a lot of 'scuse mes and sorry. I eyes fixated on the man. The last hurdle was conquered. A shy smile of victory curved up my lip. So this is it, the day that I will ask my bus crush for coffee. I feel elated, my cheeks are probably burning now and small beads of sweat decorated my forhead. I opend my mouth but at the same time the bus came into a screaching halt. I almost barreled towards him but I was able to grip the head of the seat in front of me.

The passengers murmur behind me as the bus slowly moved and picked up the pace. Without a second though I faced the man and blurted.

"Hi! Are you okay? That was unexpected. The bus I mean. Shit I'm blabbering. Shit I said shit in front of you. Oh god..." my cheeks feels hot amd my knees are buckling. He stared at me with plate size eyes. His shock, confusion and uneasiness is oozing . I tried one more time. Hopefully doing more repairs than burns.

"I'm er.. sorry I creeped you out. It's just I always seem to ride the same bus as yo-"

He let out snort which cut me off. His blue eyes stared back at me.

He blinked. I blinked.

"Blimey! You can see me?" His english accent made me blush down to my neck.

"Well of course. I see you everyday when I ride the bus to work." I fidgeted with my cardigan. The people sitting next to me glances with narrow eyes. Sheesh, people are such haters of love. I tried to ignore them.

The english man in front of me smiled. And what a beautiful smile it is. My stomach shoul've had butterflies but his last words filled it with cold dread instead. He continued speaking.

"I've been dead for 3 years now and I can't get out of this bloody bus. Maybe you can help me lass?"