"Tweek, let me put it this way," Craig started, turning towards me. I became nervous of what he would say. Was I a Freak? Annoying?? Did he hate me??? He probably hates me! God, this is too much pressure! "You're weak." He breathed out. I'm I let out a sigh that I soon swallowed. I was weak? Was I really? I mean, I've been picked on since we were kids, surely I was a little strong. I've made it this far, I think I'm strong. I hope. Was I though? Am I weak? Do I look weak? Oh god, now I'm feeling self conscious! Wait, if I'm weak, does that mean Craig won't be my friend anymore?? He's strong! Tough! How would he want to hang out with someone weak?? He won't! I know it! He'll hate me!! I know he will!!! This is too much pressure!! "GAAH!" I shout out, grabbing my hair tightly. I'm going to lose Craig! I can't lose Craig! He's all I have! I can NOT lose him!! Please Please Please No No No No No!! "TOO MUCH PRESSURE!" Craig instantly pulled me in a hug, and pet my hair reassuringly. I grabbed his shirt and began to breathe into it. Oh god, I'm hyperventilating! I can't breathe! Oh Jesus, please see me through this. Few tears slip out my eyes. I needed to tell him I was strong. I needed to! If he saw I was weak, he would never like me! He won't be my only friend anymore!! I am strong! I have to be!! I am strong I am strong I am strong! But before I could tell him, he pulled back and looked at me and stated, "Don't worry though Tweekers, I promise I'll protect you."

Ivan lived a normal life, he was a student, he lived alone, he had a job. He didn't think anything could ruin it. Until one afternoon he started reviving strange gifts. Rusprus/PruRus [with lots of AmeRus in it]

A paranoid nervous wreck, a stoic troublemaker, and a poor playboy all look for love in the small town of South Park. To what lengths are the teenagers willing to go to get someone by their side? #54 in South Park Cover art by runmonsterun on Tumblr (go check them out they're awesome!) All characters and settings are owned by Matt Stone and Trey Parker

"There's a trillion stars out but I can only focus on you.." "God, stop being so cheesy."

"Downloading a messenger app leads chatting with hot guys?" Being a lover of otome games, she couldn't resist the urge to try it out. After weeks of playing and getting to know each of the different characters' personalities, something goes very wrong with the game! "Hello...? Can you type something?" Somehow the game was hacked and a glitch caused her to be sucked into the 2D world of Mystic Messenger! With her memories now completely on reset and her life turned into coded program, 707 and the other RFA members must find a way to bring back her memories and send her home by playing a whole new route. Mystic Messenger and its characters belong to cheritz Original MC fanart and story cover belongs to Khaizu RFA emoji edits belong to ladyarcane, foolishneko, and dr-sinnamon Legacy is mine tho lolol

The calm after the applause. The audience, silent. The arena, silent. Just you and the ice. Just you and your heart's erratic beating as you're unable to calm down, as you realize: this is it. The moment your whole life has been waiting for. ❆ This is not a 'safe' fanfic. This deals with a lot of mental problems and physical disabilities, so please handle this content maturely.

(Y/n) (M/n) (L/n) has kept himself hidden since his specie started being slaughtered, three hundred years later, only some were left. In order to survive, (Y/n) hides the leftovers of his meals... but what happens when a demon Earl and his butler find (Y/N)'s scraps and are ordered to investigate? So, this fanfic contains Adult!Demon!Ciel, Sebastian and Undertaker. I may add others if requested. First fanfic, please be gentle! I do not own Black Butler or any of it's characters.

This a book of Zodiac fortunes and shit so read ahead!

Here's the second installment of my zodiac signs book. More crazy and weird Shit to be had and experienced in book 2. ~* Some are from tumblr and some I made up by myself *~