It was dark and ominous. The wall you pressed yourself upon was cool and dank. A rancid smell reached your nostrils, making you gag. It was the stench of death. Something horribly wet and sticky dribbled down your back, gliding along your spine. You startle, reaching a hand back and swiping up some on your fingers. You bring them close to your face, squinting to see. It was a dark, crimson liquid, viscous like syrupy honey. In horror, you realize it was blood. You spin around and back up, discovering more of the life blood splattered over the wall, conveying a message. Terrified but unable to help your curiosity, you peer closely, trying to translate. We're coming for you. Almost there. "We're here." PS, all the art (unless I say so) belongs to me. *The cover is not mine!*

{COMPLETED} This Reader is basically the same as the first book (Darkiplier x Reader) I wrote. Same general world, but the story itself will be original. The events in my first book haven't happened in this universe. Still no smut. Again, I'll try to keep the character gender neutral. ◊◊◊ You meet Anti because he thought you were emotionally weak. He thought he could take advantage of you. Yeah, well, you're not going down that easy. You decide to show him what you're really made of. ◊◊◊ "Those nightmares aren't all fun and games, you know," he explains. "I've got a ton of information on you, [Y/N]. Strengths, weaknesses, fears... I know you much better than you think."

Anti is here. And he won't rest until you do as he says. Ỉ̸͓̜̬͖̼ͭ͆ͮ̄͒'̡͖͓̭ͦ̒ͫͧ̿̋ͯ̈̕͜ͅm̘͍̺̪̰̲͐ͣ̂͛ͩ͂ ̑̂̎ͮͦ̾͋̔͏̦̩̝̭ͅc̩̣̭̩͔͖̪̅̉ͅȏ͍͑̒̄ͅm̵̶̞̘͙̪̭͉̪̪͇ͧ́̑̀̈iͨ͑̈̇ͣ͋̿͏̡̺͖͎̙̩͡n̼͍̠͚̥ͬ̏ͫ͊̋̊͂ͣ̊͘͘͢g̡̰̼̲̱͒͐̿̑ͫ͋.̑̔͌ͧͬ̚҉̸̢͈̪̬̙̞̮̗ Highest rank: #5 in Antisepticeye ♥

I always knew something about me was odd. I always considered myself a freak until I found him, a boy who was just as odd as me. (Based off of X-men Marvel Comics and movies)

(set in the 1970s) Peter Maximoff has had a crush on you ever since you met two years ago. Since your last boyfriend cheated on you, you have sworn to never trust anyone with your heart again. That's why you and Peter have only remained best friends. Then after a serious accident you realize you're in love with him. But that's not the only secret you find out about yourself in the accident. Will secrets bring you two together or tear you two apart? (mild language, some making out but no smut)

Y/n's family gets killed when they were little so the Croods take them in, one day they sneak out with Eep and meets a stranger that catches their eye. There aren't many of these so I figured I make one. (Images aren't mine unless specifically said so) [completed]

(Tate Langdon x Y/N) Y/N, a 17 year old girl, who died in the Murder House, before Violet, before Tate, tells you the story of how she met Tate Langdon, and how their stories became intertwined, for better, and for worse. (Murder House x Apocalypse x Coven storyline) authors note: hi everyone! this story is based on murder house, but later branches into apocalypse and coven, so don't read this if you don't want spoilers! if not, you're fully welcome to! a few areas of this story are open to interpretation, and that is exactly how i want you to approach it! create the story and the images in your own mind and you'll enjoy it so much more. thank you so much for all the love, and let me know if there's anything else you want to see from me :) 🫶🏼

Kurts voice rang out through the stereo as we stayed like that, lying beside each other free from all the bullshit. Once the chorus ended Tate spoke, "This is our song now" //TW//DEATH/SELF HARM/DEPRESSION/

Dead boys, murders and forgiveness within the walls of a single house, Tate Langdon is a psychopath but you can't help falling for him right? ---------------------------------------------------------- |Evan Peters| Tate Langdon X Reader Contains Spoilers Alteration of American Horror Story Third Person ---------------------------------------------------------- R E L A T E D Psychosis, Kit Walker X Reader Afterlife, Kyle Spencer X Reader Gif Series, Evan Peters ---------------------------------------------------------- X Disclaimer X I don't own American Horrible Story, and I don't own you ^0^ I also don't own the covers amazing art. [Began: 15-10-17 Ended: 29-10-17]

How were you supposed to know a dusty old book would actually do something? Sure, life sucked for you, but you were NOT desperate enough to believe in religion and stuff. Magic, religion, hope, all of that was for those who haven't survived the hell you're in. All you had done was find an old book in your stepfather's study. A place that was supposed to be off limits to you. He was out so why not poke about? You didn't believe in magic, this is the real world, not some fantasy. Doesn't explain how you ended up here, but let's go from the top shall we? From the moments before you picked that dusty book up and ended up in New Orleans during the roaring 20's, meeting such a handsome radio host~ Warnings: Abuse (of like all the kinds-), drugs, underage drinking, not beta-read, darkfic. Disclaimer: No way will this be as good as most of my works works. This is my brain on brain-rot, either way it may still be a good read