❝𝘐𝘧 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘮𝘦, 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰.❞ ---------------------------- When two seemingly magical notebooks appear on the first day, Zak doesn't understand what's about to happen. Darryl can't understand why the notebook is meant for him, and what horrors it brings with it. Now the two are in a race against time, to save themselves and their lover before the Black Roses drag them both under. ---------------------------- Completed ✔️ No smut ✔️ Trigger warnings: Hanahaki disease (blood, vomiting), mild gore ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪꜰᴜʟ ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ ʙʏ @ᴢᴠᴏʀᴛᴇxʜᴅ

The zombie apocalypse has been going on for over a year now, with new and improved monsters showing up at every turn. Zak is a 19-year-old survivor who, until meeting Darryl, believed he was the last man standing. Darryl, a 24-year-old monster hunter, lives for the thrill of the chase. He never expected to meet Zak, an inexperienced kid during the apocalypse. Life is a game of survival now, will this dynamic duo make it? -cover art by @zoithart on twitter

!!! H I A T U S !!! 「Metanoia.」 〚 Highschool AU 〛 /ˌmɛtəˈnɔɪə/ (n.) the journey of changing one's mind, heart, self or way of life. The wounded and the lost. ! This story contains and treats triggering topics such as severe mental illnesses, eating disorders, strong language, physical and mental abuse, alcohol and drugs abuse, homophobia, self-harm and suicide. Reader discretion is advised. ! [ NOTE; this fanfiction is currently being edited, so please keep in mind that most chapters still haven't been touched in months. There will be sudden changes and most comment threads will end up in the general comment section. Updates will be out regularly regardless of the ongoing editing. ] >「This book is written with the sole purpose of entertaining, it's not meant in any way to romanticize or glorify depression nor abuse. I would never disrespect, harrass and/or force Zak and Darryl into a relationship.」< [Chapters are 2500 to 4500+ words long.] • 02/12/'19. ⤳ #1 - skephalo. • • 06/02/'20. ⤳ #1 - skeppy. • • 22/10/'19. ⤳ #4 - 14. • • 18/08/'20. ⤳ #7 - awareness. • • 20/10/'19. ⤳ #13 - dream. • • 24/10/'19. ⤳ #56 - mentalillnesses. • • 29/10/'19. ⤳ #74 - depression. •

"I hate the rain," A said, elbow resting on his leg as the fire ahead boomed with a bright glow. Though it could be seen from miles, it felt like an abyss up close. Smoke blew from the top, twisting and turning into the night sky. The rain would quench the fire. "Me too." Darryl got up and held his hand out. He pulled A up and handed him his water bottle, a smile pulling at his delicate lips. "Let's keep moving," Darryl finalized, and from the corner of his eyes he could see Zak grinning. _______________ *** completed ***

zak regrets trolling darryl after he blocks him away of his life "i'm sorry," "it's okay. don't cry, muffin." **this book doesn't have any intention of disrespecting skeppy, bbh, and a6d. it is for the entertainment of people liking this ship of two amazing people and a great muffin.** warning: sensitive and maybe disturbing themes such as depression, anxiety, self hatred, ect. and ooc for the sake of the story. please don't read if you are easily triggered. OLIVIA IF YOU SEE THIS LEAVE RIGHT NOW

❝𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘰𝘧, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘹𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴.❞ ---------------------------- Zak told himself that after the events of last summer, he'd never go near that house again. The school is a popularity contest he's had his fair time mixed up in. But when his secret is threatened, Zak is forced to take action to protect what he hates most. ---------------------------- Completed ✔️ No smut ✔️ Trigger warnings: blood, mild gore - some warnings unlisted for spoilers, proceed with caution ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪꜰᴜʟ ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ ʙʏ @ʙʟᴀqɴᴛᴢ

Zak has always wondered about when he would be able to see the color of the sky, or the grass or even his mother's eyes. All his life, he's lived surrounded by shades of white, black and grey. He longed to see what the world around him truly looked like, and when that day would come. Darryl has become used to the bland world he lived in, no longer imagining what his hair color was, or the color of his dog's fur. Any mention of color in conversation made him completely close off and turn into an emotionless being. That is, until he saw the light blue sweatshirt in front of him. *Complete as of October 25, 2019*