Princess (F/n) (L/n), oldest princess of the Kingdom of Credel and heir to the throne, once thought that was how her life would transpire. She did her best to please her parents and studied hard in the art of healing. She wanted to be a worthy heir. That goal shattered, though, when she finds herself entangled in a plot more heinous than she could ever imagine. Betrayed by those close to her and cast out due to a trial being tampered with, she finds herself on a journey of grief, pain and hardship and sharing that journey with someone unexpected. A man who she knew, but she never knew him to be so loyal. Is it only loyalty, though? Or, is it something that would be better that she didn't know about? Warning: This book contains passive suicidal ideation, off-scene suicide, depictions of war scenes, implied sexual abuse and references to torture. The story, plot, characters, etc. all belong to me. I do not own the music or its contents used in the story. Please do not steal my work. Thank you, and I hope that you all have a wonderful evening, afternoon and morning. -Cloakedranger

She always wanted to write letters to strangers. She wanted them to be old fashioned, like those messages in bottles or the ones written with inked quills. The anonymity of it all seemed so delightful, the girl would tell them her stories and they would do the same in return. They'd never meet and hear each other's voices but they'd learn many new things together. It was supposed an innocent idea, leaving a letter on a tree for a stranger to see - so why was he so keen on following her?

As a psychology student, being casually stalked has thrown you for a bit of a loop.

"．．Ｉｔ'ｓ ｍｅ， ｙａ ｇｉｒｌ．" [ᴄʀᴇᴇᴘʏᴘᴀꜱᴛᴀ / ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ] Lights flickering on the two stood staring at each other. Balancing the pizza box in her hands, the girl stared into the black holes of the mask. "So..want some coffee?" 〉In which a gen z college student whose been surrounded by the paranormal all her life somehow makes friends with killers.〈 〉Half crack fic half not. 〈

୨⎯ "But if you do plan on killing me, you're going to need an appointment."⎯୧ Being famous in a world filled with danger has many disadvantages. Being so vulnerable to everyone, someone is bound to find you. Even if it's an accident. When Hoodie accidentally breaks into the wrong house, he finds Y/n, a celebrity known to many. Instead of his usual routine, he finds himself following them around, learning new things of them and himself. Y/n finds their life going through unexpected changes, everything coming at them all at once, all while keeping their career alive and personal life a secret. Oh, and they also fall for each other. Hard. Disclaimer: I do not own any of the creepypastas nor marble hornets. This book is a mere story containing those characters. All rights go to their respective owners. Cover edits made by Blxrrii Hoodie fanart by Nala.fel

ᴄʀᴇᴇᴘʏᴘᴀꜱᴛᴀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ── ❝ 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐨... ❞ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 she was hired to investigate a specific state and find out why crimes have been drastically rising, on the way, she stumbled upon a group of broken people who thrive illegally to forget about their tragic past, bestowed upon her, she will soon play an important role in their lives. started: 1st august 2022 ended: 28th february 2023 © credits goes to the artist

Male Wednesday x Female Reader Based on the 1991 movie, The Addmas Family (Y/n) = Your Name (H/c) = Hair Color (H/l) = Hair Length (E/c) = Eye Color (S/c) = Skin Color I will be doing the second movie as well!!! I OWN NOTHING!!!

[Completed] Y/N is a 17-year-old girl who has been isolated in a Mental Institution for 3 years now, every passing hour becoming a blur. Days are long, but nights are even longer. She's trapped in her small room, in her head. There is no escape. The closest she can ever get to the outside world is by looking out the small window by her bed, the glass is too thick to break. An old notebook is her only belonging, in which she writes her thoughts in very often. It was the same routine every single day, nothing different happened. Until she saw him. A man, maybe a bit older than her, watching her through her small window. Her little dark world is opened to so many possibilities she is nearly overwhelmed. As time goes on, however, things kinda get out of hand. ➸Disclaimers inside ( i ) ➸Cover Art: Ashiva-K-I on Deviantart

❝𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤'𝙨 𝙩𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚. 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢 𝙤𝙛 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪. ❞ ↳ Similar to Takemichi Hanagaki, who has leaped from the future, you could see the future. 『 You've lived a lonely life up until you bumped into the Tokyo Manji Gang by coincidence. Gradually, you found yourself getting caught up with them. More specifically, their leader, Sano Manjiro. A.K.A, Mikey. Everytime you looked into Mikey's future, it was never as happy as he seemed to be. It was always dark... Even violent. You couldn't make sense of it at all. Though your brain knew not to be involved, your heart ached to know more. 』 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞. [Mikey x Fem!Reader] •*⁀➷ ︎ ⚠︎DISCLAIMER⚠︎ I don't own Tokyo Revengers or Tokyo Revengers characters. The original story is written and illustrated by Ken Wakui. This is a fan-fiction inspired/based on the series. Following the entirety of the manga. The cover art is temporary. Just advertising that I'm currently running a DTIYS on my insta!

Highest rankings: #1 on creepypastaxreader #1 on creepypasta When Y/N L/N accidentally gets added onto a groupchat of absolute imbeciles, she, an idiot, decides to continue to talk to these "angsty teens". Unbeknownst to her, they kinda do be killing doe. 😳👀 This is inspired by many texting fanfics I've read! I forgot most of their names but whatEVER. I think you can find one of them on Quotev, I think it's called "Messages", i don't know I haven't read all of it yet but it's so far a masterpiece full of memes. I can probably update a lot cause sis is homeschooled, yolo. I do have a schedule tho, so give me some patience. And yes I am weird asf and kinda dumb 🤭 typical homeschool stereotype, don't bully me. Also I'm not a big fan of cussing but if a bunch of rebellious serial killers don't cuss then what are they? Sorry if I mess up your Christian vibes ✋😔 (I'm kinda a Christian too actually- if I say the F word I probably misspelled or something.) Enjoy, hoe. 👁👄👁 -Yourlocalcrackhead