Hey, This can't be real. But what is real? I don't know... the white walls of this hospital seem realer than the vibrant worlds I've visited... inside a flying lion. That does look a lot dumber in writing. Good, I'm glad I'm insane, it's so much more convenient to be insane than to be stressed about my team not being able to form Voltron without me. There is no Voltron. There is no paladins. There is no Zarkon. There is no Voltron. There is no paladins. There is no Zarkon. There is no Voltron. There is no paladins. There is no Zarkon. (Cover art: Klanceshipper06 on tumblr (I think???))

Tom is plagued by nightmares every time he falls sleep. Taunting, awful dreams of what he's become no thanks to Tord. But at least he's not alone anymore.

Lovino Vargas is an angel. Well, was an angel. After a fateful encounter in the woods with a group of poachers, Lovino's life was changed forever. The poachers stole his wings from him and would have killed him had it not been for a patrolling police officer by the name of Antonio. After saving the severely injured young man, Antonio decided to take him in as he healed. However, as Lovino begins the long mending process, something else might spring up between the two. Something neither one expected. Warning: there's a bit of very graphic violence in the first chapter, so please please please don't read if that will make you uncomfortable. I don't want to do that, it would make me sad.

Matthew was on his routine morning stroll when he comes across a creature that was believed to not even exist. A Mermaid. Or in this case, a Merman. Seeing that the Merman is injured, Matthew takes it home and nurses it back to health. After it recovered and Matthew got to know more about it, he starts to experience feelings toward it. Will the Merman develop feelings toward Matthew and would it even work out? I do NOT own Hetalia or the characters! I do own the plot and cover photo though. Hope you enjoy reading!

A young mermaid of the name of selah gets separated from her pod and is now in very deep water when 2 men are after her. Until a cheerful little Italian man named Veneziano saves her and keeps decides to keep her.

When England finds America down by his doorway half-dead, something was off. Alfred seemed sort of, pale. His eyes seemed to glow quite a bit more than it's usual brightness. The sun burned the young American easily and his usual fat foods didn't appeal to him quite as much... It's only when the fangs were added to the picture when realization hit the two. Although nearly impossible, Arthur came to the obvious conclusion that Alfred was now in fact a vampire. (Meh, I'm bad at these summary stuffz....... Oh whale! Sooo there is yaoi in this fanfiction [ hence the tags and pairing ] This fanfiction will go from seriousness to the derpiest shiat, so heads up for that! This leans more towards UkUs than UsUk though… Actually it leans towards it a lot..! Oh well, please comment on how I can improve! I'll shut up now....)

Sequel to Make Me I don't own Ludwig or Feliciano - all rights to Hidekazu Himaruya STATUS - COMPLETED

STATUS - COMPLETED (There will be a sequel) Ten years after falling in love with Ludwig Beilshmidt in the senior year of high-school, Feliciano Vargas finds himself in a very uncomfortable position. He's neighbours with the German and his job brings him closer to Ludwig. But he doesn't remember him. Not really. Feliciano moved to Toronto for a new start. Now he is going through his past. Can he fall in love again or will he keep everyone at arms length? {Halo - Beyonce was chosen because a friend of mine told me it explained the story perfectly so that's why it's the video linked to the story. Please watch :) } I don't own these characters - all rights to Hidekazu Himaruya A/N: I do not own Hetalia or any of the characters. All credit to the creators and crew. ENJOY <3

These are stories, True? Maybe. You find out yourself. So grab a blanket, turn out the lights... It's Creepy pasta time! I don't own any of the stories and the credit goes directly to the original owners.