Dap Stories

Here you will read about my thoughts, opinions and general banter. It could be about my day! It could be about fandom stuff! Who knows! lmao I'm actually so lame!!

// Welcome to Los Angeles, 2045 // We are vermin. We are less than human. We are animals. The city is on lockdown, not to keep the dark out, but to keep us in. They think we deserve to die, but me? I am going to escape if it kills me. We hear rumors of a colony of revolutionaries outside the fence, but no one believes them. I believe. It is the only thing that keeps me alive. // Introduction // It is all done: lockdown initiated, the Slums flushed and burned, chem residue from the Purity War and the most recent attack still drifting across the city and soaking into the pulverized ground, the fence up and strong. All the government and the Patrol Officers have to do is forget LA is still inhabited. As far as the rest of the world is concerned, it has been evacuated months ago. So the government set the stopwatch and now wait. The earth inside and around LA is poisoned. There is no safe natural drinking water. No electricity, no gas. The air is full of fumes. The city is ridden with viruses, drugs, vermin, and perverts. No one is educated, no one knows how to have peace, and no one can escape. Or so they say. I have no name, but that does not make me nothing. I have hope, I have strength, and I believe there is something beyond the fence worth fighting for. Worth dying for. And that is what makes me different. // New chapters released every Sunday // Cover art : A Bryce Chrisholm, Abc Art Attack 2012 //

NOT THE PLANT YOU THINK YOU STUPID Head

A girl named Alissa has the chance to meet her idols, Dan and Phil. WARNING: not a phanfic just a book about a dream that I have had many times in my teenage years.

nepenthe /nəˈpenTHē/ noun. Three syllables. 1. Described as banishing grief or trouble from a person's mind; any drug or potion bringing welcome forgetfulness. 2. Something that can make you forget your grief and/or suffering Three decisions. Two people. One emotion.

Just some one shots uwu

Your regular Dan Howell fanfic, just with a little kick! Or maybe not with the way fanfiction is now Lol I don't know what else to put in here so this is all that you're getting. :)

Just a bunch of Phan angst, fluff, and aus . Warnings will be provided throughout. These are kinda bad because I usually write at like 3 am

When Dry Crusty Chip Meets Moist Wet Salsa. Enjoy..

" And if the stars collide, will he relieve my soul? And if we feel alive i know he'll let me go " if you met a lonely boy with strange brown hair sitting on a bench at 2 am, would you hug him?

a series of (controversial?) topics i state my opinion about, in which we could have a (CALM AND COLLECTED) discussion

Your introduced to Las nevadas by Quackity, it seems like a nice place. it's really popular being big on gambling. you thought why not and joined. later you meet a green fellow who acts off, Quackity tells us that he isn't like everyone else here because he is a slime. but even if you've never met a sentient slime before, but something feels, too off around him. THIS IS AN AU THAT C!SLIME DIDNT DIE!! I just thought of this idea out of the blue...but Idc I think this is going to be a lot of fun to write :> Started: December 24 2021 Ended: /////// 2022

Guess who's back with another shitty unfinished project? It's ya girlllllll. Idk this is random small fics I write, mostly from ideas on tumblr. Enjoy I guess

i dont even know lmaoo