Rabid Stories

A fanfiction of Bungou Stray Dogs. The plot started before Mori became the boss of the Port Mafia. Slightly Oda Sakunosuke x OC coz why not. I do not own Bungou Stray Dogs, only my characters. Highest rank: #10

Tea? Here it is! Will Bede and Hop survive the conflicts that challenge their love? Honey, you got a big storm comin'!

When seventeen year-old Runner was sentenced to death for stealing a loaf of bread in MegaCity One, his dreams were literally at an end. But then he opts to sign up for the Remnants of Men, a government sanctioned search for a rumoured fresh water lake beyond a radiated wasteland. At first, it seemed like a second chance to a new life, the transformation from zero to hero. But after an encounter with a rabid gang of men suffering an acute insanity, he soon comes to understand that he is one of many discarded into the wasteland to study the cannibalistic effects of a new drug called the Sixth Sense. Olivia Patterson has had one too many doses of the Sixth Sense and owes a massive debt to a shadowy rebel and loan shark called Death-Throe. Being the daughter of the City's dictator, she knows too well that the gallows awaits any who associates with the rebel. In an attempt to free herself, she acquires an asset in the form of Runner and finds herself always at the edge, for if he survives it means freedom for both, but if he dies...

I based this off my two good friends Australian Bucket and Misoline Explorer. Things just happen to me and I write them here.

Blake is a normal girl. She has waist-length, blonde hair with brown streaks, green eyes, and thick eyelashes. She wears jeans, skirts, dresses, boots, tennis shoes, everything. She appears just like everyone else. Except she has one secret that nobody else knows: she's gay. And not the happy kind, the, "You're a cool guy, but I'll sooner take your sister than you," kind of gay. And after moving to a new school, she doesn't plan on letting anyone know. That is, until this one girl breaks her apart and finds out. Disclaimer: The plot, characters, and ideas are all mine. In no way have I stolen any of this, and I have only be influenced by different characters throughout the years which led to these ones now. Contains girlxgirl content, don't like, don't read. Enjoy.

Albeda is a girl with no control over her rabid dogs. To try to control this problem, she decides to go to a therapist. Will she ever learn to wear close-toed shoes? Will her therapy even help? Join Albeda in this journey, one to put. a leash on her grippers. Pic is something i found on pinterest man don't ask. totally not based off of somebody whose a real person and is alive and annoying wdym

Poem for those who are letting go of those they can't fix.

i made pop goes the weasel horrifying. Thank you Mi! No problem.

It's about a rabid me. I wanted to add a funny story. I try to make this as accurate as possible <-lol you thought, that's just boring Disclaimer:this has never happened. ^^^ doesn't know how to use this word correctly

Life has been one cruel joke to Diana. First it stole her family and everything she knew and next it took away what it meant to be a werewolf. After eight years of living with her foster pack she finally reaches the punch line, Her. After possibly killing her foster dad and being chased away from her home she is alone again but not for long. When the murderer of her parents find her again she is not only alone but running from her life too. This is a really crappy summary that I will change later. The only thing I really care about right now is trying to not let my dog eat my pizza rolls.

Actual story is removed by me, but I kept it up to keep the lovely comments. :)

This story is fulled with lucid, graphic material that can only be deciphered by the bravest of souls. You have been warned. Don't read on if you are sensitive to disturbing in in-depth graphic material that will haunt you for the rest of your life

Twinkle twinkle sparkling lights. How I wonder what you are. Twinkle twinkle dizzying heights. Sweaty collectibles are our might. Twinkle twinkle evil foe. We will maul you with our our toes. Twinkle twinkle little star. You know who you are.

Hi. I'm Rabid.