Our Earth no longer belongs to us. It's been ravaged by reapers and covered in an eternal snow. Those who brought the end have already left, but the planet that seems unlivable has a few creatures who've remained. Unfortunately, their loneliness is stealing away their ability to live. Supernatural AU | Kuzeless | Sitkolson | Ghauro *The main story is complete. The sequel was discontinued*

Chris Motionless x Michael Kuza smut story.

miw one shots | gay shit warning | requests open

Emily Rodgers is a quiet girl who keeps herself to herself. She has social anxiety,and suffers from self harm. She has no friends,gets bullied and abused by her drunk father and her cruel big sister named Jasmine (jazzy). She is classed as a outcast due to her style in music and clothing, her favourite bands are bring me the horizon, black veil brides, misfits,and loads more however her true idol is Chris Motionless. Motionless in white is her most favourite band of all and what happens when she comes across her true idol when she thinks the world around her falls apart. Warn contains strong language, trigger warning, use of self harm, and this is fiction so yeah...

Chris and his mom move to a new home after his parents divorce, but they just so happen to move into a home that occupies a ghost. What happens when Chris and said ghost grow close? Title from Motionless In White's "Undead Ahead"

Hands restrained to his bed, but no fight to break them, I sat in awe as I examined my new roommate. Beautiful dark black hair, that looked so silky and feathery to the touch, hung over his porcelain face. I wish I could see the color of his bleeding eyes. Without a voice or sound, he had stolen my heart. Suddenly, these padded walls no longer felt so cold. And my heart, began to beat again. Prison AU | Ghorror | Angeless Disclaimer: This story contains scenes of graphic violence, vulgar language, sexual content, and depictions of mental illness and self harm. If you are easily triggered, proceed with caution.

Have you ever woken up in a dead cold sweat, Thinking about your life and the people you've never met, Dreaming of the day you'd feel my razor blades up against your chilled flesh, The days that you evade my capture, hoping you'd never come face to face with your unraveling, Bruised within, far deeper than under your skin, Dead amongst your kind, you slowly creep up and devour us like sin. You destroy thousands, pushing them over the edge, Without making the slightest of sounds, you're the silent killer, You're the demon disguised as a cheap life filler, You're the pills on the nightstand, you're the mask that we hide in, You're the sweet blasphemy, You're the dismissed and dismayed, you're the epitome that I can find closure in, You're the high I crave for, You're the deadly downfall, You are my sweet destruction, You're my midnight thoughts, You're my obsession, You're the piece of me I keep hidden, You my dear, are the forbidden. II Warning II This story contains mentions of suicide, self mutilation, rape, slight abuse and alcoholism.

Hearts shatter like glass, and Devils throw stones at the most fragile of reflections. Ricky's heart has been broken, laid to bits for all to see. The one person who dared to step barefoot through the shattered pierces of his heart, just to rescue him from bleeding out... Just may surprise him. Cricky | Ghorror Disclaimer: This story contains scenes of domestic violence, vulgar language, sexual content, and depictions of mental illness and self harm.