i've started it in crying fiction! can't wait to see what yall ask from her <3

i've been thinking about writing a fiction about a fantasy of mine, a woman (sorry, male crying lovers, i just love describing girls crying so much <3) who films/livestreams herself crying, but i think it would work even better in a pseudo-roleplay style, where i would write the girl streaming and yall could send requests (aka specific things you want me to describe, could be intensity of crying, tears falling on surfaces, crying in makeup, tissue use, etc!) and i'd replay in-character, like a streamer responding to chat.

what do yall think? would anyone be interested? or is this too specific of a fantasy, lol?

In the middle of the night, Nina wakes up to the sound of crying.

She doesn't process the sound at first, blinking through the haze of sleep, trying to ascertain what woke her, but soon the drowsiness clears, she turns over and looks up, seeing exactly what she expects from being woken by soft sobbing in the night— her girlfriend, Josie, sitting up beside her in bed and hugging a pillow to her chest, crying quietly. She's barely illuminated by the nightlight they leave on so neither of them trip getting up in the dark, but Nina can see the tears streaming down Josie's face, dripping from her cheeks and chin.

"Hey," Nina murmurs, lifting herself up on one elbow. Josie's pillow is already spattered with tears, like she's been crying for a while now, and the tears are still flowing. "You okay?"

Josie makes a noise somewhere between a chuckle and a sob, loosening her grip on the pillow to wipe her cheeks with one hand, scrubbing at her eyes with her fingertips. "Yeah, I, I just had a bad dream," she hiccups, "And now I can't stop crying."

Josie's eyes are already welling up again. As Nina watches, a tear falls from her lashes onto the pillow, and then another, and a third. Little streams of tears start from the corners of each eye, soon joined by more, until tears are falling like rain onto the pillow, growing more damp by the moment.

Nina makes a sympathetic noise and sits up the rest of the way, wrapping an arm around Josie and pulling her against her side. Josie rests her head on Nina's shoulder, keeping the pillow hugged to her chest, soaking up every tear that falls. "What was the dream?"

Another choked laugh. Josie closes her eyes, and more tears fall onto the pillow. The few that don't fall from her face have trailed down her neck and over her chest. "The usual. Losing you."

"Oh, honey," Nina murmurs, hugging Josie tighter. "I'm not going anywhere." Josie turns toward her, and tears start to land on her skin, soaking into the collar of her sleep shirt an

This isn't the first time Alice has had this dream.

She's dreamed about Wonderland quite a few times since her first adventure there as a child, even now as an adult. She always knows she's dreaming, and it's always a pleasant dream, unlike the dizzying ups and downs of the original story her childhood self imagined. She almost always dreams of the later parts of Wonderland — the garden and the Queen's castle, the strange woods and stranger creatures there.

This time, though, she's in the hallway of doors. There's no talking doorknob at the end of the room this time, just the glass table. Excitement stirs in Alice's chest. She remembers how to do this, no pool of tears required.

There's no key on the table, just the bottle. Alice picks it up, examining the label on instinct. Drink me, just like the first time. She squints at the door, too small for her to turn the knob. Maybe it's unlocked, this time.

Nothing to do but find out. She brings the bottle to her lips, drinking deeply until she's just the height of the doorframe, and tries the knob.

Locked.

Frowning to herself, Alice glances up. There's still no key on the table. She turns around and nearly trips over a small gold box.

"Fine," she mutters to the room, to the dream. She takes out a cookie and takes a tiny bite, wincing against the vertigo as she grows immediately, until her head nearly brushes the ceiling.

Still no key.

Alice's eyes start to burn with tears, but she blinks them back hurriedly. She knows better than to cry at this size. She tries kicking at the little door, but it doesn't budge. She looks around for the key, even checks the pockets of the apron and skirt she's always wearing in the Wonderland dream, but there's nothing.

Just like the first time, this room has her trapped, and unlike the first time, there's no reasonable way out. Then again, the first time wasn't reasonable either. This room is supposed to upset her. Supposed to make her cry. Even in a rerun of an old drea

this is kind of a highly specific fetishy thing for me, so bear with me, but i wish there was a game like the sims except focused entirely on crying.

you’d get to make a character, customize their gender/age/appearance/etc. to your heart’s content, and then play through their days, with the premise being that your character — for whatever reason, the game wouldn’t give one so you could imagine your own — is just crying all the time.

like the sims, your gameplay would revolve around managing your character’s needs (food, water, hygiene, sleep, etc.), and also their crying.

they would be able to hold back tears for periods of time (like to go to work or school, or to do a chore that requires focus, or to talk to someone) but it wouldn’t be for long. i’m imagining a little meter on screen, “restraint” or “emotional strength” or something, the more your character cried the more it filled up, and holding back tears would make it deplete, and if it ran out entirely the character would start crying again no matter what they were doing at the time.

there would be lots of crying-focused interactions, of course. the character could cry in the shower, cry themselves to sleep, watch weepy movies, cry using tissues or handkerchiefs. clicking on them would let you choose from an options menu of ways to cry. quiet, loud, sobbing, weeping…

it would be semi-realistic (managing dehydration and exhaustion, things like pillows and clothes and handkerchiefs getting wet) and semi-unrealistic (big puddles of tears, and a toggle in the options menu for whether you want to deal with things like snot and headaches and your character feeling sick from crying so hard)

and comforting, of course! lots of npcs to befriend that can comfort your character.

crying animations and voice acting just realistic enough to be compelling, but not too uncanny valley or stiff. customizable, too! ugly cryface, pretty cryface, lots of tears, sobbing, wiping eyes, unchecked tear