‹𝟹 ━━ ❝ 𝗬𝗢𝗨'𝗥𝗘 𝗠𝗬 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗟𝗗, 𝗦𝗔𝗖𝗛𝗜 𝗞𝗨𝗦𝗨𝗢. ❞ 001. ﹒ 𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃﹗ ╰┈➤ 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 cliche romance story in which she fell first but he fell harder. ( inspired by a movie ) ━ saiki x f!reader ━ the typo is on purpose to match the storyline. Made by 𝐯𝐜𝐧𝐨𝐦_, 02/06/22 ↳ current status: finished, 06/07/22

(Y/n) was born and raised in the dark world. Though she never really met her parents and was raised by basically everyone in the card castle to become a royal guardian. Then the king of spades imprisoned the other three kings and made another dark fountain. (Y/n), who was only 6 years old, understood that this certainly isn't what she was born for, so she ran away followed by the guards to bring her back. The young girl was about to get caught when a sweet goat kid hid her in his secret kingdom. Thanks to that rescue, (Y/n) promised the 5 years old prince of darkness to be in her eternal projection. Together, they wait for the legendary heroes to seal the fountain again and save the world. But when she met them, or at least a certain 16 years old boy, she felt this strong feeling in her chest. How will this romance in between the two worlds work out? Let's just read to find out, shall we? STARTED ------ 17th July 2020 FINISHED ------ 29th December 2022

She always wanted to write letters to strangers. She wanted them to be old fashioned, like those messages in bottles or the ones written with inked quills. The anonymity of it all seemed so delightful, the girl would tell them her stories and they would do the same in return. They'd never meet and hear each other's voices but they'd learn many new things together. It was supposed an innocent idea, leaving a letter on a tree for a stranger to see - so why was he so keen on following her?

When your life sucks and you just got done murdering your mother, the obvious next move would be to run away with a bunch of psychopaths, right? Yeah, well that's what you did. And now you're a proxy who doesn't know how to cook and youre emotionally unstable. Could it get any worse? --- A creepypasta fanfiction of the very popular Masky from marble hornets. Please enjoy my made up story, but keep in mind it has explicit content. !!WARNING!! Mentions/actions of rape, murder, violent language, sexual themes, and etc. Please enjoy. #18 marblehornets #781 eyelessjack #703 masky

◤━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━◥ Bittersweet /ˈbɪt̬.ɚˌswiːt/ (adj.) "containing a mixture of happiness and sadness" ◣━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━◢ A series of unfortunate events determine you to want to pluck a certain goggled male's eyes out. He seems to enjoy the dynamic between the two of you. Do you? If you're looking for one of those classic old fashion creepypasta fanfics with a disgusting amount of swearing, but with no cringe slendermansion, look no further this is it. TW: MAJOR gore and blood warning, swearing, stalking, murder, lots of death, angst, mental illness, lots of bad decisions 🙏 (Female!ReaderxYandere! Ticci Toby) enemies to lovers Slenderverse AU

*Art on cover belongs to jumpingapples on Quotev* I shake out of fear and despair, watching as my captor knelt down in front of me. No one was around. No one but him. His gloved hand reaches out to me, gently caressing my cheek. The mask on his face hid all his emotions behind it. I flinch at his touch, my breathing becoming more ragged in a panicked manner. With a throat dry as the desert, I take a few deep breaths and muster up the courage to ask, "Wh-What do you want from me?". He releases a throaty chuckle which was slightly muffled by his mask. Inching closer to my face, he responds, "You."

☆ It was...horrific. Blood drenched his palms, the sleeves of his jacket, his face...especially on the blades of his hatchets. My heart stopped as I looked at him carefully step towards me, as if I were prey. Toby's brown eyes got even darker as his grip loosened from the hatchet in the boy's back. Did I ever mention that I find blood on men extremely attractive? AC: shatteredankles TW: There are topics of abuse in this story, so please read cautiously ☆

What time is it?

(A ROBLOX PRESSURE READER INSERT FIC.) For reasons that still confuse you, you took the lives of nine people. In an attempt to cover your tracks, you inadvertently sentenced someone else to death. You moved on for nearly a decade. You finished college, found a good job, and even had built a circle of friends. Yes, there were still things you hadn't figured out-you still lived with your mom, for instance. It was almost enough to make you feel... happy. That was until the pounding knocks of the police shattered the illusion of peace, forcing you out of the house in cuffs. Your mother watched in horror as you confessed before the police could do so for you. "My baby, what have you done?"

En·am·or - verb; be filled with a feeling of love for, or, affected by strong feelings of love, admiration, or fascination. In which an artist who is slowly affected by burnout, looks for new inspiration on the internet. Soon after, she discovers that her art pieces don't exactly like sticking to their canvas...