Ranoutoftagideas Stories

Ok, this is a look into my sucky art that I randomly do. The name shouldn't deter you from reading, my art should. !Title under construction!

Wowzers a post! Anyways person on the cover is not me. This contains new OCs along with old ones, also I might deadass rewrite devil town AGAIN even if I'm not a cavetown fan anymore. I might just start when he's around middle school age because I'm surprisingly terrible at writing children. Anyways, OC book.

dream angst because yes. read to find out. Dream has 14 siblings. I don't take criticism. nightmare and dream siblings are Dicks in most stories, so I made a wholesome family au. there is so much angst. dreamnoblade yes.

Left alone on the sidewalk, the empty can of cola looked innocently lifeless.. This short story is based on a prompt [courtesy to my bestie] : "You were walking down the street when you noticed an empty can of cola laying in the middle of the sidewalk. What do you do?" This is an everyday life event turned into a hilarious plot!

"Harry, would you ever date a fan?"

Valkas: "FUCK OFF ALREADY! WE JUST GOT INTO JARILO-VI YOU FUCK!" Don't care, didn't ask, plus I own you. Valkas: "Really nigga? During February?" Yep, cuz it's my goddamn birthday month and I'm blacker than your ass. LETS FUCKING GOOO! Valkas: "NOO-" *snap* There once was a sacred gear made as a divine prank by the God of Lightning: Raijin before departing from this universe. A sacred gear with slight sentience and the ability to continually evolve and adapt to everything and everyone it experienced. It's users were less than noteworthy, however as time went on and they got stronger, the gear went from being nameless to being called by the name of an era that the supernatural world once was forced to endure. The Adapter's Reign. During this time the wielder of this sacred gear lived a long life and gained so much experience from the gear and the many who challenged him that he could've been regarded as the most powerful being in the supernatural world, however, towards the end of his reign the war between god and the 3 devil kings broke out, at the same time as the 2 heavenly dragons clashing. Within this chaos, the Adapter's life was shortened through the stress and he couldn't keep up with the erratic power fluctuations until he eventually he was cornered by the Fallen Angels and the Devils. "Hehehe, you want this power? Well you can't have it. I decide who will wield it, and I tell you this, if you don't make them an ally I will make sure that they bring all of you down. When you play god, you'll crumble one by one." With that, the Adapter cast his sacred gear out into the world where it lay dormant for a century until one day, a boy, no older than 18 found it by sheer chance. "Welp. Time to do some fuck shit. WOOO!"