How much did they all miss Yoyleland, the pretty views, the Yoyle Needy towering over the clouds, the smell of fresh treats Pin made. But the day is quieter than usual, a weird peacefulness they hadn't felt for months, something was missing. Did they know he was clinging onto the last string of hope? Did they know she was still alive? Did they know that if he had the chance, he would tie his own rope? "He's trying to survive, you know!" "We can't risk getting anyone near, months of seclusion drive people crazy!" And tangled in all their precautions, how could they overlook bigger problems? Content Warning: May include infrequent swearing, death, murder, blood. List may grow in later chapters. Objects are ambiguosly object or human, imagine them as you wish! Will cointain ships (including some that don't appear in tags), open and poly relationships and romance as a side focus! And also, friendly reminder that I'm doing this for fun.

Haunting Memories is a bfdia au!! There is shipping in this story like popular ships (CoinPin, Fireafy, Matchil, stuff like that!!) TW!! Book contains gore, cussing, deaths, and major suicide. (Everyone is a human in this book by the way!!) The main characters are Firey and Pin, (also Leafy) This AU is about Firey and Pin trying to figure out what happen to Leafy after Bfdia got canceled but after a while, things started taking a dark turn and there was more to Leafy then they thought!!!

‼️NO CANON, continuacion de el final de la primer temporada de la serie. Rojo y Mora quedan solos en su nave, finalmente la nave sufre un accidente y desciende con rudeza a Polus. Donde ambos estarán en una nueva tripulación, nuevos compañeros y una nueva misión.

Cuando la situación de su comunidad no puede hacer más que empeorar, Verde tiene que elegir entre servir a la familia Royal o cumplir su sueño de ser capitán. Pero poco sabía el joven que el trabajo al que terminaría en aplicar no sería de servidumbre, sino, como acompañante privado para el primogénito y único heredero de la fortuna familiar, Blanco. ×No Copia O Adaptación×

.・📋︴❝𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚎𝚛.❞ ❜ ⌗ . . . . . . . . . . . 🖇️ . . . . . . . . . . ⌗ ❜ 𝗩𝗲𝗿𝗱𝗲 lleva trabajando en la empresa desde que se alejo de su granja y el pueblo que lo vio crecer. Con un sueldo que apenas alcanza para cubrir la renta, los gastos y ayudar a su familia con la granja, se ha acostumbrado a trabajar más horas de las que debería con tal de conseguir un ascenso que le permita vivir un poco mejor. La oportunidad le llega cuando, nuevamente, otra secretaria renuncia al puesto del hijo del dueño de la farmacéutica, 𝗕𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗼. Sin embargo, la suerte nunca estuvo de su lado. Trabajar bajo presión siempre fue su fuerte, pero no si se trataba de alguien que creia que el mundo giraba a su alrededor solo por tener el dinero suficiente para no escoger si pagar el internet o la luz. O Dónde 𝗩𝗲𝗿𝗱𝗲 quiere conservar el puesto que le permitirá ayudar a su familia sin tener que mandar a 𝗕𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗼 al diablo. ❜ ⌗ . . . . . . . . . . . 🖇️ . . . . . . . . . . ⌗ ❜ ˖⏱ ˚. ᵎ Posibles actualizaciones lentas y poco constantes. ˖⏱ ˚. ᵎ Posibles faltas ortográficas y/o gramaticales. ˖⏱ ˚. ᵎ El arte de la portada NO ES DE MI PERTENENCIA. Créditos a @/dragonsssshoard, en Tumblr.

[TW// gore, cannibalism, and graphic imagery] After getting his skin eaten, Ten has gotten just a little bit too obsessed with revenge. What can kill an Algebralian? And how can he kill Fourteen? And finally, did everyone enjoy their meal? Fic for the Dinner Party AU! Created by @trophism on Twitter! Go check out their amazing art of the AU!!! And credit for the cover Algebralians are humanized, and they all have bug motifs. Their outfits aren't usually described but what they should be wearing can be found on Trophism's Twitter. I try to not be OOC but there probably would be some OOC moments. Just enjoy it without using your brain too much. There are some ships that I leaned into (SixNine, 1014, EightTen, FiveSeven, etc etc) but most of it is veryyy subtle. Huge religious imagery in the later chapters because I'm a nerd. Cross-posted on Ao3 This thing all started with my brother reading darkfics, and deciding that Algebralians needed one. Why was the killer Ten? Because he liked Ten and thought it'd be funny to have the 1410 dynamic flipped. I hope you're happy Jeremy Shoutout to Butcher's Vanity, I had it on a loop while writing

Indirect sequel to "You Are What You Eat" You don't need to read "You are what you eat" to understand what happens in this fic; this one is more or less an investigation/detective fic. Algebralians are humanized, and they all have bug motifs. Their outfits aren't usually described, so go crazy. I try to be in character, but there probably would be some bad moments. Just enjoy it without using your brain too much. == Six and Nine are both dead. An investigation is underway, although the result may not be what everyone is expecting.

Este es un universo alternativo de el show de among us, sigue siendo la misma mision en el Skeld, mantiene las personalidades distintivas de cada personaje pero cambia las relaciones entre los personajes, cambia el orden de muertes y los impostores. Cabe aclarar que es mi tercera historia por lo que no soy muy bueno escribiendo AUs, pero tengo todo cLARO

In which a simple challenge goes terribly awry. On the way to Yoyle Mountain, the Freesmart Van halts in the Evil Forest -- a stop that the team would come to regret all too soon. Where have their missing members been taken? What watches from the shadows? ...What will you condone in the name of survival? Everyone has a breaking point, after all. Published Chapters: 10 / 23 // Hey there and thanks for checking out PHYLLOPHOBIA! While I've written other work in the past, this is the first I've published, and I hope to see what you all think of it! I do believe it appropriate to note a few warnings, though: - Detailed descriptions of hallucinations and paranoia - Descriptions of violence and injury - Major character death, and psychological aftereffects thereof With that out of the way... enjoy! - Soup