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Huling na-publish Wed, Mar 27, 2019
Basically this is where everything I write when I just need to *write something* is going to go. So it doesn't disappear into the void of Google Docs or the recycling bin. (Paper not digital.)
Stuff here will sometimes be written like a story, sometimes it'll just be a text post of ideas and like 'This would be fun.' Or both together. Because sometimes I'm just like 'Yeah this thing would happen and he'd be like 'Isn't this...' and it would be angst and cool' and forget how to write.
(I'm putting the category as random because I might do a couple original ramblings or just talking about OC stuff or something eventually)
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Sumali sa pinakamalaking komunidad ng pagkukuwentoMakakuha ng personalized na mga rekomendasyon ng kuwento, i-save ang iyong mga paborito sa iyong library, at magkomento at bumoto para lumago ang iyong komunidad.
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Tommy had just recently moved homes. The one he left was one full of memories. Not good ones, but not necessarily bad ones, either. He didn't have much to live for at his old home, so he moved in hope of starting over and meeting new people. He had no more family, and his school friends had long moved on from him. In fact, the only number in his contacts was his mum's who was long passed away. Tommy was young (sixteen, to be exact) and he often forgot things. Usually just as simple as forgetting to do the laundry, or forgetting to reply to a notification on his phone that he received three seconds prior. Simple things that didn't matter. This time, though, he forgot to charge his phone before leaving his new, barely furnished apartment. He didn't think much of it. If it died, it died. No biggie, right? He figured he'd be alright for an hour or so without his phone. That is, until he got lost in the large, unfamiliar town that he definitely didn't even slightly know the layout of. He didn't know where he was or how to get back to his apartment, especially without a GPS. And then, when it definitely couldn't get worse, it began to rain. Tommy was soaked. He was cold, hungry. He cut into an alley and sat down against a brick wall, curled up on himself. He sat there for a while, and then heard footsteps. It was three men. The older one crouched down in front of him. "You look awful...Come with us, mate." But Tommy didn't want to. These people felt...off. ~~~ TW// Cussing Kidnapping Injuries Manipulation Stockholm syndrome Drugging someone etc... ~~~ Started: May 10, 2023 Finished: August 5, 2023 (This took way too long π)Kumpleto
Awesome family (Minecraft youtuber ff)
The title pretty much says it all. NOTE: this is not my best book, but it was my first. Please don't judge, I know it's horribleKumpleto
Finally, Free
On the dark obsidian floor lied a man. He's quite famous, actually, known as the biggest, baddest villain on the entire SMP. So bad were his crimes that he is now contained in a small, black room that doesn't even fit to be called a prison. He hasn't seen the sunlight in months, and honestly was quite devoid of human contact. Oh right, forgot about the tortures. The only thing that went through the man's mind these days were memories. Thoughts of the past, laughters of yesterday, all that joy and goodness. Suddenly, he had a vision. He awkwardly dragged his body towards the light, which shone forever so brightly like the gateway to freedom. Was that...? Suddenly, he realized something. He smiled. [Dream tried to swim in lava.] β’β’β’β’β¦β’β’β’β’β¦β’β’β’β’β¦β’β’β’β’β¦β’β’β’β’β¦β’β’β’β’β¦β’β’β’β’β¦β’β’β’β’β¦β’β’β’β’β¦β’β’β’β’β¦β’β’β’β’β¦β’β’β’β’β¦β’β’β’β’β¦β’β’β’β’β¦β’β’β’β’β¦β’β’β’β’β¦β’β’β’β’β¦β’β’β’β’β¦β’β’β’β’β¦β’β’β’β’β¦β’β’β’β’β¦β’β’β’β’β¦β’β’β’β’β¦β’β’β’β’ CW// This is a Ghostdre fanfiction and includes gore, death, $u!$!0e, abuse/torture, angst, and overall some pretty negative stuff. So if you're uncomfortable with any of this, feel free to click off and check out stories from other awesome writers. Also, the cover and other fanarts I post in this story are by me (unless stated otherwise), so if you want to share/post/use it for whatever reason please cite the source. Thanks :)Kumpleto
King of Chaos || Technoblade x Reader AU
Regret buried itself deep into the pit of my stomach as he leaned close, his breath fanning against my ear as his grip on me tightened, "Blood for the blood god." He whispered with dangerous intent. And that's when his sword pierced through my skin. ~ subscribe to technoblade If Techno is uncomfortable with this fanfic I will take it down not only to respect him as a person but also to respect his privacy. Techno has voiced that he is uncomfy with people using his real name so his real name will not be used in this story :D PLUS no real shipping is going to happen in this book! Techno has said that he is uncomfy with shipping so none of that is going to happen! This story is marked mature for the following reasons: gore, excessive swearing, weapons, violence, blood, and descriptions of death. if you are uncomfortable with any of the following, I'd recommend that you do not read this story. subscribe to technoblade This story in no way shape or form is related to any SMP that techno has participated in and this in no way shape or form is related to him or his brand, this is purely just me messing around with a writing prompt for Techno. Nothing NSFW happens in this book! I am a minor and reading / writing stuff like that in general for me is just gross let alone have it be a real person. I in no way shape or form own Technoblade or anyone else that may be mentioned in this story, however I do own the story, the plot, and anything that may go down in this story. If you have any questions or concerns please DM me on discord @ peyty#6362 as wattpad is messing up my messaging system and I will not be able to respond to you on here.Kumpleto
The Retired Anarchist - A Dream SMP Story
"Sometimes the solitary voice can be the best one." - Frank Miller. When the voices demand for blood, Techno is not far behind to deliver. Only now with his pride stripped and his family wishing he would drop dead, Techno finds himself wishing to be someone he's not. He isn't sure how long he can ignore the voices before the blood siren calls his name and he shatters completely. ! This book takes place in the DreamSMP with a SBI family dynamic head-canon ! !!! If you haven't watched the Dream SMP series and plan on watching it, do not read this book! There are massive spoilers ahead !!! *These chapters cover dark events and are rated mature, if you may be triggered by or simply do not want to read a book with the following warnings please do not read: TW: Blood, Extreme Gore, Suicide Attempts, Hearing Voices (mental illness), Death (animals and people), Weapons (knives, swords, axes, pickaxes, daggers, scissors), Implied Torture, Abandonment, Explosions, Killing, Abuse and Violence. #3 in sleepyboys - February 4, 2021Kumpleto
Broken Souls: Fragments of the Past
A story that follows a boy with a life he's searching for an escape from. His entire town, even his own family, look down on him. To the young boy, it's torture. His life is turned upside down when two strangers arrive in town, and he embarks on the journey of a lifetime. (A/N): This takes place in a Minecraft universe. Just saying this to help certain things make sense. One more thing. This is my first time writing a story and putting it on the internet, so don't expect the entire thing to be good. Edit: This book is marked as Completed as of January 21st, 2021. See you guys in the sequel and other books! CONTENT WARNINGS: This book contains use of strong language, violence, and some mentions of abuse. Reader discretion is advised. DISCLAIMERS: Minecraft is property of Mojang. Most characters, locations, et cetera in this story belong to me. This story is entirely fictional. Any similarities between this story and actual persons/places/events are purely coincidental.Kumpleto
Pandora's Vault / Box / Jar (A Dream SMP and Reader Fan-Fiction)
(A/N: This is a story with reader input in the form of the character (Y/N), who will be given the pronouns they/them so nobody feels left out, the dream SMP is real (not just a Minecraft server) and this story involves: Greek mythology, violence, romance, breaking of the fourth wall. If you're not comfortable with any of this, I recommend you do not read this. You can still do so, but then please don't be mad at me, since you just now have been warned.) -------------------- Months? Years? They truly couldn't tell anymore. The four walls of their cell looked all the same, and sometimes those walls would be the ceiling or the floor, and not even that could surprise (Y/N) anymore. This prison was quite lonely as well, and that wasn't even the worst part about it. The worst part was the cold reality of everything (Y/N) had done to get here. The bottom of the barrel - the worst scum one could become, that's what they were, and they knew it. But they would endure it until they died. They would sit here until their unavoidable demise, and they would do it for him. Just to see their best friend's face again. Maybe not in this life, but hopefully in another. And maybe then, they would finally be able to tell Wilbur how they felt. -------------------- Started on: May 20th, 2021 Finished writing on: September 8th, 2021 Finished editing and (poorly done) proof reading: September 23rd, 2021 Word count: 33.757Kumpleto
Silver Tongues and Golden Scars (WILBUR x QUACKITY / TNT DUO)
"Quackity?" I spin around, tackling him and tumbling roughly into the wall behind us. I pin his wrist down, tears dropping onto his soon-to-be crimson shirt. I can almost see the blood seeping out of the wounds I intend to slice into his skin. His pupils dilate as he clutches the dagger's hilt before it meets the vulnerable flesh of his neck. "Quackity drop the fucking knife," Wilbur hisses, gritting his teeth. My eyes widen as my grip loosens on the blade and his wrist, the knife clattering out of my grasp as I stare at him. I dip down, sensing the tension hovering between us, feeling his heart hammer against his ribcage. From where sit straddling his waist, I see his face soften at the sight of my dishevelment. "What are you so afraid of?" he whispers gently. * * * Synopsis: Behind closed doors, a casino isn't all glittering lights and card games. It's made of traitors and cheaters... Quackity has always stood in other's shadows, cast out from countries, betrayed by those whom he loved, and laughed at by those whom he thought he could trust. The moment he creates an empire of his own, however, suddenly everyone wants a piece of their own, and it seems as if they'll stop at nothing for a taste of power. On the night of Las Nevadas' grand opening, a traitor threatens to tear down everything Quackity has built, and it seems as if the only one whom he can trust is a man who has an interesting relationship with matches and TNT. Cover art is mine! CW/TW: language, smut, blood/gore, weapons, self-harm, suicidal thoughts, abusive/ toxic relationships, substance abuse, anxiety attacks, sexual assault, assault, character death, vomiting/ nausea, etc. Viewer discretion advised.Kumpleto
Tommy had just recently moved homes. The one he left was one full of memories. Not good ones, but not necessarily bad ones, either. He didn't have much to live for at his old home, so he moved in hope of starting over and meeting new people. He had no more family, and his school friends had long moved on from him. In fact, the only number in his contacts was his mum's who was long passed away. Tommy was young (sixteen, to be exact) and he often forgot things. Usually just as simple as forgetting to do the laundry, or forgetting to reply to a notification on his phone that he received three seconds prior. Simple things that didn't matter. This time, though, he forgot to charge his phone before leaving his new, barely furnished apartment. He didn't think much of it. If it died, it died. No biggie, right? He figured he'd be alright for an hour or so without his phone. That is, until he got lost in the large, unfamiliar town that he definitely didn't even slightly know the layout of. He didn't know where he was or how to get back to his apartment, especially without a GPS. And then, when it definitely couldn't get worse, it began to rain. Tommy was soaked. He was cold, hungry. He cut into an alley and sat down against a brick wall, curled up on himself. He sat there for a while, and then heard footsteps. It was three men. The older one crouched down in front of him. "You look awful...Come with us, mate." But Tommy didn't want to. These people felt...off. ~~~ TW// Cussing Kidnapping Injuries Manipulation Stockholm syndrome Drugging someone etc... ~~~ Started: May 10, 2023 Finished: August 5, 2023 (This took way too long π)
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