In a far far away kingdom, Where magic has been band, and those who used it have been sentenced to death lived a king with two sons. Said king was blinded by his hatred for magic that he not knowingly killed a son of witch. The witch was so saddent and angered by the death of her son that she had cursed the eldest son of the blind king. "Arm for an arm, eye for an eye ... and son for a son... YOU HAVE KILLED MY SON AND NOW YOU SHALL SUFFER THE CONSEQUENCES OF YOUR BLIND DEEDS!!!" Was all the old witch said before disappearing from the ends of the earth. The king was devastated as the curse started activating immediately powered by the sons fear of what the curse will do to him. the king hired the best doctors to try and cure his eldest son, but non have succeeded as the curse started consuming his owner. His arms turned black as black feathers started growing on them and he wasn't able to sleep due to extreme nightmares that kept him up. the doctors speculated that the son will either die a painful death or transform into a beast. This of course didn't side well with the king and he commanded to find a cure, but when the doctors and advisers suggested to find a mage who lives in the dark woods and ask him to cure the prince, the king declined it immediately and that no one shall go. The eldest prince of course didn't listen, wanting to get rid of this curse as fast as possible he snick out at night, leaving a letter to let his younger brother and father know that he's going to search for the mage or any way of curing the curse by himself not wanting to trouble his family. And so the journey of Reaper Renrik (hope I spelled it right) began. (This is my first story and it may be bad and have horid grammar at times but I will try. this story is inspired by "the owl house" and "Merlin" )

It's been a while since Horror's world could be considered even remotely kind. But a newcomer drops in, and reminds him that there's still sweetness to be found in life. Horror will be damned if he lets him escape. In the caves behind my house, I found the ruins of a softer world. Kindness couldn't save them. -Joey Comeau cover art belongs to bung0us on tumblr, check them out!

sem discrição, veja você mesmo a história>:D

Reaper e Geno namoram desde a faculdade, a vida deles é bastante normal. A única coisa "anormal" era Geno, e sua depressão. Ele vem tratando isso desde muito tempo, basicamente, desde que entrou na faculdade. E Reaper sempre estava lá ao seu lado, seja aumentando sua autoestima até o acalmando nas crises que tinha as vezes. Reaper amava Geno, com todas as suas forças! Faria de tudo por ele, e parecia estar adiantando. Geno estava sorrindo mais, e não tinha crises a muito tempo. Até aquela noite. [Aviso: A história não tem intenção de ofender ninguém, é um conteúdo feito de fãs para fãs. Os personagens e as imagens usadas pertencem aos seus criadores portanto crédito para os respectivos donos/Criadores dos personagens e fanarts. Essa história pode conter temas pesados, como: Depressão, suicídio, e vou descrever imagens bastante pesadas. Então, caso você tenha gatilho em algum dos temas, não leia!]

Essa história é focada no relacionamento de Cross e Dream, originalmente criada por um blog de @jakei95, @crossxdream.

Geno is the Captain of one of the most feared pirate crew in the seven seas along side his Quartermaster, or first mate as some call him, Error and Fresh, the Master gunner. While from the first look Geno looks fragile and unfit to lead a crew, he's actually cunning, smart, reliable and skilled in fighting both with swords and pistols. He always kept his word an put his crew first, always listening to their worries and suggestions. Most decisions where decided via vote. While his judgment was always fair and accurate, so where his punishments and no one was able to get away from one if done something wrong. No one was able to hide anything from the captain, he knew a lie when he saw one. Reaper is a siren shunned by his own people for being "too dangerous". I mean it's not his fault that he was born the way he is. And those few deaths where accidents! Yet even if he tried to explain and redeem himself, he was still exiled and every siren or mermaid he meets never come closer, only further away. And so he wonders the seas by himself, doomed to be alone for the rest of his existence. Or is he? [This is inspired by a song "Siren" by Kailee Morgue and I really wanted to write it before I forgot about this Idea.]

[Kustard] [SansXRed] [SansXFell] [Sad Fic] [Feels] Estrelas eram coisas irreais para os monstros presos no subsolo, sendo apenas uma lembrança, uma pequena lenda urbana contada pelos mais velhos aos mais novos antes de irem para a cama. Mesmo não conhecendo uma estrela, Fell sabia que Sans era uma. Pois o mesmo sempre lhe fazia vê-las ao lhe beijar de maneira calorosa e sôfrega, de uma forma que apenas ele sabia fazer. [+18 pelo yaoi]

Sup my Brotato chips! Dis story is about horrorlust and it has SIN in it. Hope ya enjoy, My Brotato Chips

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The Multiverse died. It shook. It wailed. Everything died lost to the endless void. Two survived changed, now they seek a new home and happy ending