histórias de Fuckit

Hey guys! With the recent release of Resident Evil Requiem, feelings have been stirred back up with this hunk! And seeing I wasn't writing back when I was introduced to Chris I feel like it's been a long time coming, this book! I am open to requests but I will mostly write about my ideas to begin with as I have noticed the lack in works for Chris :((( but it's all good because if you can't find it, might as well create some yourself so that is what I will be doing!! <33 There might be smut in the future but I shall start tame, mwaaah!!

Quote book

Lame jokes and shitposting

-Disclaimer- I believe I started writing this when I was about 13-14?? So it's terribly cringe, multiple chapters are straight up depressing- whatever just read or whatever. Please note! This isn't for the readers it's for myself.

Um, Tell me if its half decent I guess? I prefer constructive criticism, but I'll probably get flamed anyway, so be courteous, I suppose? I'd appreciate comments. Thanks! (Note: Please don't copy this and hand it in for school, that's dumb, and will never help you out in the end. Not that I'm saying this is amazing and will get you 100%, grades will waver from teacher to teacher; I'm merely poking fun at the fact that making something dark and edgy will usually get yourself a good grade.)

Just something Idfk

just random thoughts mabye poems? i really dont know yet...

My very personal collection of Late Night Poetry proceeds my long distance crush on a very special french guy [who is actually from Belgium]. Tbh it's an exploration of my own toxicity.

This is a rant page. Don't like it? Idc. I didn't make this to please you🙃

Eh basically a story of how i feel blah blah blah, feelings are FUCKING sickening....but i mean its more of like a life story that im still going through soooo enjoy my stupid fucking feelings ❤smooches❤

My OC lore and much more

Anime

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dave has been shipping his friends unironically for quite awhile, and had shipped john and karkat BLACK especially, and has actually happened, but when he was watching them fight, he realized something was a bit off: john wasn't hurting karkat as much as karkat was hurting him. It seemed dave has started to ship them RED, and it looks like john did too. (this is like dave auspistises for john and karkat KINDA) ((also if any characters are ooc, i'm so fuckin' sorry. it's my first time writing shit, dave will most likely be the most ooc at the most, if i do make them ooc.)) ((I GOT THIS IDEA WHILE TALKING TO SOMEONE ON OMEGLE)) ((agh also, this has MAINLY johnkat in it, so if you were wanting johndavekat, its mainly only johnkat and some auspstice!dave and johnkat)) (WOOPS) ((ps. there is going to be tons of vulgar words, you would expect that since it IS a homestuck fic, bluh and actually contains ALL quadrants, but i'm not going to tell you how the pale quadrant comes in, you'll have to read it.WONK ;y )) (((Pps. Credit to chamberlainaquarius on tumblr for the cover!!!))) EDIT:THANK YOU FOR OVER 100 reads!!!!!! EDIT2: JESUS CHRIST 200 READS????!?! hOW Edit 3: what the fuck???? 300 reads???? God damn lol

I draw shit sometimes I hope you like my shit My shit is (hopefully) beautiful Look at my bible of shits n' giggles ok? Thanks!

The first Ash ReaderX, and my first published story. There's just a first for everything isn't there?

Romance story- teen drama type Involves fluff, drugs, alcohol, fighting and swearing 18 year old Brooklyn is broken after a turn of events: 18 year old James has a secret waiting to be told. Neither of them know what their doing, but that doesn't mean they can't do it with a little bit of help.

I'd never thought this would happen. Having no feeling at all. Not even the numbness I have is a feeling anymore. Its merely just a phase. Because soon, I will have absolute nothing to live for, no family or friends or enemies to hunt and hurt. I'll have nothing. Just like I have no map to the maze in my head. "Its just impulses" they say to me, while I sit in their blank room, listening to their blank opinions and seeing their blank faces. Not even the most complicated art is something to me. Its just blank. My head is a series of phases and impulses if we want to get technical. That word itself just makes me have a sudden impulse. But that will have to wait. Impulses are just our brain's way of saying that our mind is about to take over, and you might think that your mind and brain is the same bit quite frankly, they are different. The brain stores your memories and emotions. It contacts different parts of your body every single second, like right now as I write this. The mind, however, is a very dark place to adventure in. Even if your innocent and sweet because one day, that naive mind will become a sinner. We all are destined to die, and we are all destined to sin. Children sin by stealing a piece of candy from the jar, or maybe by not listening to their parents when asked to clean their room. No matter the age, we sin at one point and we keep doing it like its a drug. My point is, why does the mind have to be such a great of a thing when all it does is send impulses?

the impulse of my thoughts, glowing againts the blanket of stars. [lowercase intended; thoughts in the form of poetry]

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