Knowing I burnt my house to ash? Living with that fact? That doesn't bother me. The punches and hits I receive? I couldn't care less. But this really fucking bothered me... (Warning, -Strong language -Gore -Sensitive content -The reader is written gender neutral so anyone can read it I use they/them pronouns) (Yes, I know Masky and Hoodie aren't Creepypastas but I really wanted to include them. They both belong to Marble Hornets.) Thanks for reading!💕 (Art is not mine)

"See I bleed and I bruise oh but what's it to you, I'm only human on the inside." ~Title inspired by Human - Pretenders (Tin Tin Out Remix)

None of the girls in this book are mine! They belong to their creators!

PHANTASM SERIES BOOK 3 --- Hiraeth (Welsh pronunciation: [hɪraɨ̯θ, hiːrai̯θ]) is a Welsh word for longing or nostalgia, an earnest longing or desire, or a sense of regret. The feeling of longing for a home that no longer exists or never was. A deep and irrational bond felt with a time, era, place or person. --- You were close enough that you could see the crew scurrying about on deck now. They looked as ragged as the ship - no sense of unity about them other than that they were all standing on deck together, swords brandished as you approached. You scanned over them and felt suddenly grateful for your sailing uniform - some of those pirates didn't even have shoes. Simon strode the deck, scanning through the ranks for the captain of the Ghost. You had been given some indication as to what she looked like, but when she parted herself from the ranks of her crew, you weren't quite ready for what she actually looked like. They didn't do her justice on the wanted posters back home. She was short, but powerfully built. You could see ram horns sticking out from underneath her extravagant hat, and her coat was a bright blood red - the gold trim faded somewhat. You were most focused on her hair though - pure white and absolutely massive, it looked like a cloud around her head. Stern eyes finished the look, and you couldn't help but be a little bit entranced - this was the kind of person that people were scared to make eye contact with. Simon didn't seem all that frightened when he came to stand on the edge of your own deck, facing her over the narrow strip of sea that separated you - and you were grateful. If you were captain, you didn't know if you would be able to look her in the eye.

After dying of a caffeine overdose, you find yourself transmigrated into the last game you played, a yandere otome game. Unfortunately, you're the tutorial girl. As soon as you're finished teaching the player how to play, you're killed off by the true capture targets. In order to not die, you plan on becoming close friends with all your would-be murderers before the main character appears. That way they won't have the heart to kill you! However, you may have gotten a bit too close. ... "It hurts me to know you don't trust me to do what's best for you." "You think anyone else could ever love you? No way, baby! I'm it." "I just don't understand why you need other friends when you have me." "I don't know how I'd live without you. I don't know how I'd breathe."

This is my first story so if you have any tips, let me know *RWBY does not belong to be but to its respectful owner* Requests can be made fluff/smut if asked with request as well as futa requests

💘 "Epithets! rɑre powers... eɑch inscribed person hɑs ɑ unique word ɑttɑched to their soul thɑt lets them do...stuff!" ✨ Epithet x Reader scenarios! Reader is gender neutral and uses they/them pronouns to include most/all readers I binged wrote these shortly after season 1 finished it's youtube run. Epithet Erased belongs to Brendan Blaber! the cover is only edited by me using the show's official art