Dragon of the apocalypse, black dragon, master of death, dragon king; Acnologia has been called many things through his life but he's certain that now he can rest in death, however a certain blonde haired celestial wizard from the past has something else in mind. Instead of death, Acnologia is thrown into a crazed task of protecting the world he once swore to destroy and raise the very people he attempted to murder. Will he be able to stay sane, can he manage the many trials that lay ahead of him, and when he faces the most devastating enemy that earthland has ever seen, will he be able to protect this new guild and his family from the horrors of his past? This is the story of Acnologia and the world he forges, the family he makes, the loss he felt, and the scars of his past. This is the story, of the dragon father. I wrote this story wanting an awesome Acnologia/Papalogia story... warning this story goes on forever...this has violent themes but no other weird stuff. I don't do gross stuff. No. There is violence, blood, self-harm(don't worry it ends well!), death, and... some cute lovey stuff but nothing else...I do not do smut. P.S I do NOT own Fairy Tail or any of the characters... or the art... I wish... but I don't. ATTENTION: This ancient sucker is being rewritten rn and you can find the new version here: https://www.wattpad.com/story/355429585-the-dragon-father Don't worry, this version will stay here, safe and sound, though if you enjoy it, I do encourage you to check out the new version! It's a lil more refined

(The Design of Change, an Upon wings of change fanfiction. Thank you to crystalscherer for writing such an amazing original work.) ~~~ I had never asked for this-the relentless unraveling of what once was. To be reborn is to be torn apart first; every shape once worn, every name once spoken, stripped violently away until only raw, trembling flesh remains. The heat closes in-merciless, suffocating. The walls tighten, pressing down until breath fractures and thought dissolves, and everything once familiar collapses under the weight of becoming something unrecognizable. Yet even in the silence, in the dark where no voice should reach, something stirs. A flicker. A cruel, stubborn light-fragile, but unyielding. It whispers that even in these ashes, something will rise, not by grace, but by grit. It will claw its way out. It always does. I remember the killing light. The world's slow massacre. Ships drifting like bones through the heavens, forever tearing along the seams of the sky, until all that remained was the ghost of what once lived. But the sun did not die that day. The world remembers-but it moves forward. That's what it does. It forgets gently, and keeps burning. And you ask yourself- Is this all there is? Is sorrow the only shape left? Has hope withered? Did love vanish into smoke? You've always been product of the designs of change. Im posting/ive posted this story in the following places, and i do not allow it to be reposted anywhere else: Quotev, Wattpad, Fanfic.net, Ao3, Royal Road, and Spacebattles. NOT teenfic.net. IF YOU ARE READING THIS ON THAT PLATFORM, THIS IS AN UNAUTHORIZED CROSS-POST. (Also frick teenfic for stealing all my fanfics)

Sequel to Upon Wings Of Change. The dragonets are flourishing; both those in the park and those helping the Kymari. As the first dragonets to hatch in the Kymari civilization, Tessa and her brother are paving a new path as they grow up and learn how to fit into the world. New beginnings are often great things, but sometimes shadows from the distant past come calling. ----------------------------------- I did not originally intend to write a sequel to Upon Wings of Change, but due to a rather large number of requests from numerous individuals, here it is - my first-ever sequel... The cover was created by Dedefox at https://www.deviantart.com/dedefox Copyright November 2016. All Rights Reserved. Readers may not copy, alter, or steal this story. Fanfictions are allowed to use my *world*, *labs*, and kidnapping/metaforming idea as long as credit is given.

No one ever said what would happen when dragons and aliens meet. And no one told me that I would be in the middle of it. Tasha was studying hard to get through her last year of university when she was kidnapped. She certainly didn't expect to wake up with four feet and wings. Mad scientists are bad enough, but things get even more complicated when aliens appear and wipe out the human race. Is there a way for her to hide her true identity in this new world while retaining her humanity? --------------------- Sneak Peek: I jumped over the lip of the tray and beat down hard with my wings. I had expected to only slow my fall; I had not expected to end up gaining so much height. I squawked in surprise and spread my wings wide in alarm before gravity regained its hold on me. With several awkward back-winging motions of my wings, I landed lightly on the floor. Well, at least I know my wings work. I glanced at the man in the corner as he was scribbling quick notes. I turned around to regard the tray again. They say practice makes perfect. With another hop and a single wingbeat, I managed to land in the sand tray with fanned wings slowing my momentum. That was much more graceful. But a wing-assisted hop wasn't true flight. And I still wasn't on the windowsill. ---------------------------- Entire semi-polished draft can be read on Wattpad. The polished version may be purchased on Amazon as print/audio/ebook. Copyright November 2016. All Rights Reserved. Readers may not copy, alter, or steal this story. Fanfictions are allowed to use my *world*, *labs*, and kidnapping/metaforming idea as long as credit is given. Loosely based on a story of a loyal war dog who had originated as a street stray. The Cover was done by Dedefox at https://www.deviantart.com/dedefox

***I do not own the pictures*** What are them Creepypastas up to?... Who knows, read to find out!

#6 in #tenthdoctor She escaped the Time War. She stole a TARDIS and ran. She left everything behind. Her family, her friends, and her soulmate. She thought she left him there to die. If only she knew he was alive and searching for her. Tenth Doctor fanfiction. **WARNING: I WROTE THIS WHEN I WAS FOURTEEN AND IT HAS NOT BEEN EDITED. IT'S LOWKEY AWFUL. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK😳**

Well, here it is, my friends! Creepypasta Crack! Why not, I mean come o- BEN: *shows on Screen* Me: BEN: Me: BEN: Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.............. Me:........... .-. *poker face* *slowly throws computer away* BEN: ;-; Nu loves for BEN..........

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I recommend you to be resistable to pain before you try this!

Aranwen Louna Esther Raven thinks everything is going absolutely perfect. She is traveling through time and space with the quirky and lovable man called the Doctor and his various companions. One more thing, she so happens to be part time lord, meaning she can regenerate. What happens when you have to make the choice between a long life of adventure, or surrendering immortality for love?