*occult ɒˈkʌlt,ˈɒkʌlt/ noun 1. mystical, supernatural, or magical powers, practices, or phenomena. "a secret society to study alchemy and the occult" synonyms: the supernatural, the paranormal, supernaturalism, magic, black magic, witchcraft, sorcery, necromancy, wizardry, the black. arts, Kabbalah, cabbalism, occultism, diabolism, devil worship, devilry, voodoo, hoodoo, white magic, witchery, witching, orenda, mysticism. ✡️✡️✡️ The word occult has its roots in the Latin occultus, meaning "hidden, secret." That's why it can also be used as both a noun referring to black magic and an adjective meaning "difficult to see." Quipped the famous physicist Heinz Pagels, "I like to browse in occult bookshops if for no other reason than to refresh my commitment to science."

(Not claiming ownership of anything but the story itself. Also yeah, the smut is legit, dont worry.) "G-get the fuck off me, Tord!" He stumbles me across the room. Reckless and hitting almost everything on the way there. "Tom, I fucking hate you!" He grits under his teeth as he pushes me with force onto the room. I'm not even trying to stop him. He pushes me onto the bed. An odd expression in his eyes. "But..its you that I.."

🏆 Watty's 2020 Winner 🏆 Featured on Wattpad's Fresh Reads SCREAM meets THE CONJURING in this classic, slasher novel with a predominantly Black cast of characters. Mardi Gras is the best time to live in New Orleans. When rehab escapee, Dmitri, and his friends, including his ex, Anisa, hang out at a newly renovated Airbnb for a weekend of drinking, twerking, and parades, they find out how hard it is to stay alive. Black people and horror movie scenarios usually don't mix. Will Anisa ever forgive him for the end of their relationship? Will they survive the night to find out if it's really meant to be? T/W for graphic violence and mentions of sexual assault. Content Warning: Drugs/Alcohol and Language

In the killing game, only two can remain alive. Kill someone to leave. Survival of the fittest. In the fight for survival, bonds are made and broken. And these bonds could also change an entire story. ***** Disclaimer: There are definitely going to be spoilers for v3 and none of the Danganronpa characters are mine. They all belong to their respective owners, Kodaka, Team Danganronpa, and Spike Chunsoft. ~ Spoilers, slight trigger warning(?) (briefly mentioned)

❗ ❗ ❗ -Summary- Used - BrantSteele Hunger Games Simulation I honestly don't know who originally came up with the idea Includes - THH, SDR2, AND DRV3 Characters

A toko fukawa x reader, set during the killing games in DR1 Cover is made by me, however the sprites are from the game! #1 in Toko 24/01/2021 #1 in toko fukawa , 1/10/2020 #1 in Dr1 , 4/10/2020 #1 in genocide, 8/12/2020 #1 in danganronpa, 29/12/2021

a little yaoi hEHE :3

lots of ship headcanons but occasional one shots (or attempts at them,,) i wont do requests sorry 🥺👉👈 tags will be added as chapters are (ps im a multishipper so theres gonna be lots of different ships axaxaxaxa)

PLEASE do not report this. the original creator is tbhyourelame. This is a copy from a03. If you want to read more and dont want to wait for me to publish more chapters, please register an a03 account :) credits to the author: tbhyourelame. I WILL DELETE THIS‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ Summary Dream has always held a gentle admiration for George, but when their nuanced friendship trickles into his sleeping mind, he awakens to a new world of conflicting emotions and longing. Lost in the midst of a heat wave, he continuously listens to a song that works itself in to the very core of his heartache. Floridian nights, unsent messages, spiraling infatuation, and terrible, terrible weather. A breath of frustration escapes George's lips. "I don't do that." "You do. It's okay," Dream says. He feels pinpricks of warmth building in his chest. The words rise up faster than he can temper, laced with soft honey, "you're so cute." The call falls silent. They heard it. The affection in the tone of his voice, different than usual, no trace of humor. The way it came from the hearth below his heart, glowing with secrecy and shame-for George, and George only. They had to have heard it. -inspired by the song "heat waves" by glass animals