Tysm for all the support guys I appreciate it alot 🖤 - 🍨⋆˚⟡˖ ࣪ Since I can't find any good ones I'll just make my own i guess 🎀 ᝰ.ᐟ ️⋆˚✿˖° ALL CHARACTERS (except reader insert) BELONG TO KAAATIE ON YOUTUBE !! :: Started: 02.04.2024 (date first bitches 👺) :: Ended: 09.07.2024. ִ° ⋆ I'll try to update fast for both youre and mine personal enjoyment.

fundamental paper education and all characters are not owned by me, but owned by Kaaatie on youtube.

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·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳[Oneshot] [Headcanon] Request are closed for now ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Since. I do oneshot and headcanon now yay!! Any genders are welcome :3 『••✎••』 FPE belongs to: Kaaatie (from yt) Cover: Not mine, it's from Kaaatie

[Cover not made by me!] Feeling down and need some comforting GHOST one-shots? Feeling good but want some depressing GHOST one-shots? HOWEVER YOU FEEL I GOT YA COVERED!! ! None of these characters belong to me, they belong to GHOST and some also to Vane Lily !

[EDIT: OLD FANFIC, KINDA CRINGY] There are those with a good life, those with an acceptable life, and those with a not so smooth life. And then there are those with an absolutely crappy life. Kennith Simmons was a pretty good example of this type of person, because his life was a complete failure. He had no friends, was always picked on by everyone, even his parents hated him. In short, there didn't seem to be one person who liked him. Well... except for this (y/n) he met on the roof of a gas station one day. ⚠️WARNING⚠️ This fanfiction contains dark themes, such as death, suicide, alcoholism, vulgar language, depression & hypnosis/brainwashing The characters, songs, and COMMUNICATIONS in general belong to GHOST.

((TRIGGER WARNINGS FOR THE FOLLOWING: S/H, SUICIDE, ABUSE. MORE MIGHT POSSIBLY BE ADDED. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.)) A STORY I WROTE LIKE 2-ISH YEARS AGO NOW BEING RE-WRITTEN!! . . . A person, by the name of K, can summon fictional characters into the real world by perfectly reciting its source.

Sooooo here comes a trashy description, but give me a chance.... ok so a TV creature corrupts this one human guy who makes and sells TVs for a living. Then, they broadcast the TV thing and try and erase everyone or something like that, while the entire nation is gathered around their own TV sets in anticipation to watch the biggest event of the year. Eh, its loosely based off two songs by GHOST, Colorbars, and Broadcast Illusion, so expect references, and I may name the guy Kennith too just for laughs. Songs are NOT mine, but go check them out, they're pretty cool. (Kennith from the song will be on the cover, cause I found cool fan art of him that sparked the idea for this story)

Mariyam sat by their bed observing their room. The looked at the clock, then the plants, then the window, then at the empty bed. All they could focus on was the quiet which was suddenly interrupted by their siblings voice "Wanna go to the Aquarium?" Sorry it Being Updated took so long i kinda forgot about Wattpad A03 is a lot easier to post on but oh well. This fic is under the same name on A03 by the same user of you want to read it on there :3