"The gut-wrenching feeling of having your best friend call you a slur to your face, in your own house, after you confessed to them is enough to make me hate you alone." I spit the words out like bile and needles at him. "However..." I went on, a breath forcing itself out. "Keith..." He called my name. "It is another thing entirely to appear in front of them and ask for forgiveness after bullying them for months. After refusing to apologize the first chance you were given. After telling no one the truth for months." My voice raised, one octave. "Who do you think you are? Am I supposed to take this seriously?" Two octaves. "You're a fucking joke, Pico. So is this apology! Sorry? Is that what you are? If so, get a grip and change. Oh wait, you're not actually sorry! I forgot you were just a prick who lives a pathetic little life!" Three octaves, and I'm screaming as my lungs burn in my chest. I walk off without a second look, ignoring all the stares around me, I stomp off into the crowd as some students part the way for me like the red sea. Call me, "Moses." ~ A fanfiction made for the purpose of pure catharsis and love. A passionate expression of teenage emotions running rampant for the only reason of being youthful. Or, in less words: Keith and Pico experience puberty, new feelings, morality, and taking responsibility for their actions. #29 'picoxbf' Started: 7/24/21 Finished:

Love was such a funny feeling, it did crazy things. It encompasses almost every feeling you could think of and somehow shoves it into one. Joy, Anger, Sadness, Jealousy, Euphoria, you name it. All feelings in some way can be associated with love. Truly a spectacle to think about and experience. Yet it sounds like a lot to handle, So how does one endure it? Simple, They don't. They'll crack under the pressure and slowly slip into insanity. Pico was trying to be an exception, yet fighting something so naturally intoxicating was hard when you yearn for it. He wanted love, but only from a certain blue haired boy. He wanted all of that boy, his love, his gaze, his voice, his.. everything. If only it was that easy, then maybe Pico wouldn't be drenched in blood for the second time in his life. It seems as if the truth hasn't been said full yet, so here, I'll take the liberty. Love as I said once before encompasses every emotion, swallowing them whole. No emotion like that can be put into a good light. It's a destructive force and nothing more. Started: 3/24/21 Ended: 12/30/22 Rankings: #1 in 'maincharacterdeath' #2 in 'bf' #4 in 'picoxkeith'

(Cover art by me) (Characters from Friday Night Funkin, a game available for download on itch.io. Check it out, it's really cool!) Pico was well known not just for his rapping abilities, but also for his brutish nature and unnecessarily rude responses. Keith, a guy who clearly hasn't grasped the proper concept of personal boundaries, tries everything in his best nature to get close to Pico after beating him in a singing competition.

Umm this is gay, very very gay, and has smut and lemon soooooo sorry kiddos who want to read

Fucking, stop, to, read, dat, shit. It's damn so old, written by me when I had almost no fanfic experience. It's, let's say, 'mistake of the young age'. I was young and stupiD.

this is some smut/fluff/ and what ever. you can comment for ideas. Cover art not mine, respect the really owner.

why are you guys reading this i made this for disaster den secret laboratory discord server as a meme

I'm back ;-; This is a fanfiction about Villainous characters. They cute asfuck. These characters, of course, aren't mine. So, like, don't do anything stupid. Yeah, I see ya. Ya troll. The art also doesn't belong to me.

Flug injures himself from working when exhausted. This causes Black hat to feel sympathetic, and for the first time in his life, he starts to care.

Doctor Flug Slys can't decide how he feels for his cruel and violent boss, even more so when the demon begins to act differently and is oblivious to these apparent changes. A story full of angst, romance, some comedy and a lot of fighting with your inner demons you try so hard to store away into the dark crevices of your mind. Voted 6th in Paperhat