୨⎯ "Here, Let me help you up."⎯୧ Who knew that the person who was supposedly going to kill her had become such an important role in her life? Starring Y/n as the nobody who is actually really funny when you get to know her. Masky as the kindest mean person Y/n has ever met. [ I wrote this as a very early teenager. This is in no means a good fic. Please read with caution.] 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 '𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐤𝐞' 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠3 Disclaimer: I do not own any of the creepypastas nor marble hornets. This book is a mere story containing those characters. All rights go to their respective owners. Cover edits by Blxrrii Masky fanart done by dead_ghxsty

"Jeff, this is Mouthy. She's my proxy." Slender waves his hand at the girl. Jeff grows frustrated. "Another one! I thought you would stop gathering them after picking up Toby! How many proxies do you need?" "I currently have six on hand." Jeff's jaw drops and he starts counting on his fingers. "So, Masky, Hoody, Toby, and her. So there's still two I don't know of. Boss, why haven't you told anyone else about her or the other two?" "Jeff, I haven't told you becau-" Slender begins his explanation but the hotheaded teen interrupts. "I wouldn't be surprised if you haven't even told the other three." Jeff stands off his chair screaming at the tall man as he turns his head to the girl on the floor and she looks up to him, pausing her stitching to nod in silence.

/dĭ-lîr′ē-əm/ Noun; an acutely disturbed state of mind that occurs in fever, intoxication, and other disorders and is characterized by restlessness, illusions, and incoherence of thought and speech. Feeling unmoored and adrift in life was just a consequence of being a young adult. It was quite unfortunate, however, that your fate had been caught in the most horrible of webs. Perhaps you would have made something of yourself, if you'd had the chance.

After an unlucky encounter with a well-known villian organization, Kirishima is branded with a burn scar in the shape of their symbol-- desperate to rid himself of the mark, he takes on the help of a tattoo artist from the Underground. THIS STORY CONTAINS EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT AND IS ONLY MEANT FOR READERS 18+

Bakugou needs some new gear. Lucky for him, a new engineer has made her way to UA-- but God, does she push his buttons. This is a SLOW BURN Bakugou x Female Reader fanfic. There is SMUT, so if that isn't your thing, don't read. Characters are 18+ and in their final year at UA. Art for this series is on my Instagram and Tumblr (@pollypenname). WARNINGS: -Sexually explicit content -Swearing -Violence

"𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙖 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙤?" 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙥𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙙, 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙪𝙥 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 bright 𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨. 𝘼 𝙜𝙞𝙜𝙜𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙨 𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙨𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣, "𝙤𝙛 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚, 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨𝙣'𝙩?" THE HUMAN EMBODIMENT OF SUNSHINE ---------------------------------------------------- Started - 13/1/2025 MY HERO ACADEMIA FANFIC Finished - ???

Daemon Targaryen learned from his own experience that being nice to your bastard daughter might be surprisingly beneficial. Even more so when she was sent back in time by the Old Gods and now is very keen on saving your life, helping you marry the only woman you have ever loved, and then protecting your wife's right to the throne. All in all, Daemon Targaryen won a lottery he didn't even know he bought the ticket for. Main pairings: Daemon Targaryen/Rhaenyra Targaryen Otto Hightower/Original Female Character Helaena Targaryen/Original Female Character Posted originally on ao3 ("To Take What Is Rightfully Ours" by Teresa_of_FicWill).

Sequel to Good Luck!- So I'm finally here. In these white walls. So much for luck. What am I without it? --------------------------- WARNING- makes light of heavy topics #1 Proxies / 2022-05-06 #1 Goodluck / 2022-08-19 #1 Lucky / 2023-01-18

The curse of Luck, the ability to never fail, to never suffer, but is that not suffering in itself? I'm bored of living, bored of lying. If I cant end it myself, I'll get a monster to do it for me. -------------------------------------------------------- ill try to make this as gender natural as possible. WARNING- this story makes light of heavy topics. #1 creepypastaxreader /2023-05-04 #1 goodluck /2022-01-19 #1 proxies /2022-03-07

after years of begging, you finally walked into your own independent crowded city life... only to find yourself grapping the unwanted attention from the boy lurking in the shadows, waiting to grab his new play toy ,what does he have up his sleevs? is it intrests? obsession? or just pure curiosity?