Creepypasta Rituals, I don't own any of this stories or experiences. Do them if you are brave enough. WARNING: be careful with your decisions, is dangerous to do this rituals. I will not be responsible if something happens to you. Good luck. Have Fun. ---------------------- Do you have any suggestions to rituals you want to see? Leave me a message, or comment on my page and i'll try to add it. If you send a link to the ritual the better.

Hallo! Ich bin Rike und ich zeige euch wie ihr...Moment...Regie! Bitte Gruselmusik einfügen! [Gruselmusik]...besser...also! noch Mal. ich zeige euch, wie ihr die Creepypastas Beschwört! Muhahahaaa....also! LOS GEHT'S!

"Mate, you look like if Elsa had a mid-life crisis, got divorced and a little to tipsy at the local pub." Australia muttered, leaning down to pick up his still bloody mop. Russia scoffed. "I do not! Its my vigilante costume!" Australia hummed. "You look like a drunk smurf." ¬ In the city of Dakorra, villains and heroes run wild. The DHC (Dakorra Hero Commission) is on a constant hunt for countries with healing abilities. Australia, unfortunately, is one of those healers. Hiding from the makeshift government working at a service station, Australia suddenly finds villains and some vigilantes appearing at his work doorstep. What the fuck? (With story based memes every chapter because yes) (Or: Countryhumans superhero au akin to TCFSV AU because CH is holding me hostage.) (Welcome to the Russia/Australia friendship agenda motherfucker) Somehow: 1 in what 1 in vigilantes 1 in getgood 1 in countryhumansusa 3 in countryhumansrussia 1 in countryhumansgermany 1 in countryhumansaustralia 1 in countryhumansuk 1 in countryhumansfrance 1 in countryhumansun 5 in idek 1 in thisiswhywecanthavenicethings 1 in countryhumansussr 1 in countryhumanscanada 1 in francexuk 1 in countryhumanspoland 1 in countryhumansukraine (How or why I don't know, dad come pick me up I'm scared) Started: September 29th, 2025. (I, Roseade, do not consent to my work/s to be reuploaded, copied or redistributed without my explicit permission. Nor do I allow my work being used for Generative AI. Do not use my versions of characters for chat bots such as c.ai (character ai), poly ai, or other sources like them. Do not use AI to generate images based on my fics. Do not use my fics for AI as a whole.Please note this work is only accessible through Wattpad. If seen elsewhere, please do not engage and do whatever you can to take it down.)

In Underlust, where almost every monster is hypersexual due to being injected with lust in order to increase the monster population, Mettaton is an outsider. As a ghost, he was not injected with the lust substance, and as a result, he is completely different from everyone else in the Underground. He feels out of place as an anxious bookworm who has little interest in sex and is losing hope because his quiz show is unsuccessful. But Mettaton might not be as alone as he thinks. A certain skeleton loves Mettaton's show and wonders if anyone in the Underground shares his rare capacity to prioritize love over sex. UNDERLUST DISCLAIMER: I think it's important to acknowledge that there are some problematic things about Underlust and that I absolutely do not condone those aspects of the AU. However, Mettaton's story in Underlust is important to me, so any senseless hatred of him or of the AU is not appreciated. CONTENT WARNINGS: Graphic descriptions of sexual assault and attempted assault, PTSD, depression, self-harm, and suicidality. If you don't feel comfortable reading about those things, I'd highly suggest not reading this story. Please stay safe and take care of yourself! Disclaimer: I do not own the art used as a cover for this story. Cover art credit goes to RisuNiku on Tumblr. Thank you for reading! ♡

This is a UNDERTALE fanfic about the papyton ship. As a HUGE papyton shipper, I write this fanfic for my fellow papyton lovers cx Enjoy! [ WARNING ] carries some sexual parts pls only read if your 14+

America never wanted to be a therapist-especially not at that place. Tucked away in the snowy outskirts of nowhere, the asylum is cold, clinical, and far too quiet. On paper, it's a rehabilitation facility for the mentally unstable. In reality... it watches more than it heals. There are corridors not listed on the map. Guards that don't speak. Patients who whisper about things that shouldn't exist. And then there's Russia. Eight feet tall. Muzzled. Strapped into a straightjacket. His white hair falls messily across his face, just barely hiding the impossible red of his eyes. He doesn't speak much-but when he does, it's always to America. Assigned to him without warning, America is expected to observe and record. Nothing more. But Russia's presence is suffocating. His voice echoes in dreams. And when his fingers smear blood across steel and something shifts-sharp, spindled, unnatural-from behind his back... America starts to understand: this isn't therapy. It's a test. The deeper he falls into the patient's grasp, the more the truth begins to surface-about the asylum, the experiments, and the monster who never stops watching him. Russia doesn't want help. He wants him. And once the hunger starts, it doesn't stop.

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Just some random oneshots of my favorite Siren characters. Siren's Son ASMR on YouTube is where these characters came from. If you like the character please go and check him out! He makes some really cool art and audio role-plays! Plus he is just a really cool dude! Most if not all of these will have some assistance from people on Siren's discord so thank you to all of those who have helped! THE CHARACTERS AND ART DO NOT BELONG TO ME. THESE ARE Siren's Son ASMR's CHARACTERS AND ART. I DO NOT OWN THEM NOR DO I CLAIM TO OWN THEM IN ANY WAY. I DO NOT WANT RECOGNITION FOR ANYTHING BUT THE WRITING. I am pretty new to writing so if you see something I can fix please let me know^^ Ps I wrote this like three years ago and are only now getting back in the groove so if something looks bad it's cause I'm just a girl💅🌸💖 and idk what I'm doing

A bunch of one-shots about different characters :) (All of the characters belong to Siren's son) 💙🌊

"I never understand the concept of your very mind on wasting your own skill and knowledge to treat me with these high quality equipments, may I asks for your excuses?" ... "I despite conflicts as much as I hate seeing you getting hurt." Fritz, known as the doctor, the second representative of the German Empire, ran away from his hometown and deserting everything behind. He does not want to witness what he was designed to be, nor even wanted to return. He seek for invention. Something new. Something that could change him truly.