Behold the chaos that is my sleep deprivation comment ideas for the love of sweet tea please and thank you I don't own FNAF

Kira Kokoa was a completely normal girl... At least that's what she wants you to believe. A brilliant mind-reader that's been masquerading as quirkless since she was a just child. Rejected by people and messing up over and over. Sometimes even a mind-reader has trouble trusting people. But when she meets a fellow bullied reject that's just a little bit like her, she puts her own defenses down just a little... To help him with his own. "𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞. 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭. 𝐓𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢'𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭." (MHA x OC)

When you travel into the cartoons universe, you discover that your whole childhood has been a lie (Don't own pictures)

μᾰνῐ́ᾱ; •Madness•Mad Desire• Y/n didn't want to be sent to a different era, and she certainly didn't anticipate that gods, goddesses, and legends/Heros would be obsessed with her.

In which the reader from our universe gets added to the UA staff chat For reasons the humor will be the same in both dimensions Dark Humor- Read at your own risk Published: February 11, 2022 I DON'T OWN MHA-

Hazbin Hotel Fanfiction The title says it (: Notes: Completed Cover art, not mine Offensive language, gore, and sexual content I own none of the characters or artwork unless said otherwise. Published December 7th, 2020 Completed July 30th, 2025

After six new boys meet (Y/n), they begin an unhealthy obsession over the female and soon take it too far. There's not much chance of her escaping their thoughts or hands but she's definitely going to try when she's had enough.

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN