ClownRiot (Eng)
- MGA BUMASA 24
- Mga Boto 2
- Mga Parte 4
MatureOngoing23m
Huling na-publish Mon, Jul 28, 2025
ClownRiot wasn't formed-it detonated.
Born from the mind of Connor's dad, a shadow figure in the music industry with a legendary label under his belt and a growing disgust for the sterile, prepackaged soundscape music had become, ClownRiot was his answer: a sonic weapon. He didn't assemble a band-he summoned a force. The most volatile, revered, and sonically dangerous artists he'd ever worked with, brought together under one banner: chaos.
No structure. No genre. No rules.
ClownRiot is noise with purpose. It's what happens when alt and hyperpop are dragged through a broken mirror, spit out with blood on their teeth, and left to rot on a stage lit by dying neon. Autotune becomes armor. Basslines rupture lungs. Hooks hit like blunt trauma. This isn't music you casually stream. It's music you survive.
Connor took the reins not as an heir, but as a catalyst. Half-industry tactician, half-digital anarchist, he infused ClownRiot with pure voltage-pulling from the deep web of DIY scenes, post-genre collapse aesthetics, and the nihilistic euphoria of a generation raised on overstimulation. What started as a side project became a cultural virus.
ClownRiot is not a collective. It's not a movement. It's a meltdown. And you're either inside the blast radius-or you're irrelevant.
All Rights Reserved
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.
Magugustuhan mo rin ang
Project Frostbite
"No one knows where the Potentials are taken. If the prisoners resist, they turn up dead the very next day. They call it Project Frostbite." "They?" "Are all dead." ****** For over 6 months now, bodies have been turning up on the streets of New York. No one knows the cause of death, with the bodies unharmed, barring a single needle prick in the base of the victim's neck. Old or young, big or small; it didn't matter. No evidence of the killers, nothing. Tryston Waters lived a relatively good life. Granted he had an overprotective ex-military father and a policewoman for a mother, but still, he thought he was just a normal 19yr old boy with a normal job and normal life. But one day, when he reveals a powerful secret he didn't even know he harbored, Tryston's life will turn upside down. In 48 hours, he's dodging bullets, avoiding spies, and teaming up with a snarky assassin who doesn't know how to socialize. Firestorm was enjoying her time in New York. She was making big bucks in her "cleaning" business, and was having a blast fighting off the CEO's bodyguards who thought she was just a defenseless teenager. She doesn't have time to babysit an amateur pyrotechnic who is being chased by the very people she was running from. Tryston has no idea who is after him or why, and Firestorm seems to hold the answers. But just how close is she to Project Frostbite? After all, the enemy of your enemy is your friend. All in the name of war.Kumpleto
Being Human || Harry Styles
"I'm the one asking questions here, darling. You can ask questions when I say you can ask questions. Got it?" he spat, his tone laced with cold authority. My eyes dropped instinctively to my feet, the sudden rush of fear made me mute. I nodded quickly, not wanting to piss him off more. My heart pounded, reminding me how powerless I felt. ----- It has been 2 years since the the dead spread their shadow across the planet. Danger lurks around every corner in a world overrun by the dead. Humanity clings to survival, confined to crumbling hideouts while supplies are dwindling. The streets run red with blood, and fear is pushing people to their breaking point - forcing them to commit unspeakable acts in the name of survival. Maeve Logan is a 21 year old woman who is resourceful, resilient, and hardened by the horrors she's faced in this world. Maeve has learned to adapt quickly, scavenging for supplies and mastering the art of silence to avoid detection by both the dead and the living. But one slip up caused chaos. Harry Styles is a 24 year old man with a relentless drive to protect the ones he loves, no matter the cost. His moral compass had eroded under the pressure of a world gone mad, leaving him to cross any line - whether it's killing threats without hesitation or taking hostages to secure resources for his group. Sometimes the living are far more dangerous than the dead... A broken world brought them together. She had a shattered soul, and him, a hardened heart. There was much more to face before they saw a future. Many scars, tears and losses to endure before they saw the light.
Empowered
As the narrator, I'm tempted to simply write "Middle Finger" because that is essentially what you'll feel like I'm giving you in telling this story. However, for the sake of not being a complete dick, I'll write a little more than just a description of a disrespectful gesture. This story can aptly be described as crude and deranged. As you may have surmised, a crazy person will be telling this story, and the characters involved are indeed also all crazy in their own special ways. So, given this exercise in mental illness, the topics touched on (in no particular order) in this tale are destruction, death, superpowered wackos, torture, pain, loneliness, chaos, the will to survive, never giving up, giving up and not giving a shit, the desire to protect, failing to protect and causing more trouble than was already present, disappointing and/or abusive parental figures, bullies, unjust punishments, just punishments, racism, violent and usually superpowered fights, sci-fi gadgets, bitterness, sarcasm, twisted and demented comedy, control or lack thereof, weird and awkward high school drama, lies and brainwashing, alien aggression, moral ambiguity, unhinged villains, fantastical weapons, a piece of shit main character, conditional friendship, a fuck load of musical references, anger, fear, depression, extra-dimensional creatures, godly powers, various esoteric connections, pop culture references, and of course, in general, superpowers.Kumpleto
Stereo Noise
"And in the end, we were all just humans, drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness." - Christopher Poindexter ********** We moved to the music, not missing a beat. It was like we were the only ones in the whole club. This wasn't suppose to happen, we hated each other I thought. This could be a dream, but the hot breath on my neck felt so real to be fake. I turn around to see his ocean blue eyes, they were the brightest, most vivid shade of blue I had ever seen. He lowered his head so our foreheads were touching, his minty breath fanning over my cheeks making goose bumps form on my arms. He smirked in satisfaction noticing what he was doing to me. He moves closer, our lips grazing each other making feel a sensation I had never felt before. "You need to relax princess." he mumbled the same words he has been telling me since I met him against my lips, he pulls me closer well if that was even possible. Hot bodies were all around us not noticing the scene we were making. I promised my parents I wouldn't associate with any of the so called 'punks' here at university but this right here with Niall felt so right. Niall Horan Fan Fiction (THIS STORY HAS BEEN RENAMED FROM "Kiss Me Under the Stereo" TO "Stereo Noise") DO NOT COPY MY STORY, IF YOU DO I WILL REPORT YOUR ASS, AND YOU WILL BE BLOCKED FROM MY STORIES! I TAKE PRIDE IN MY WORK AND I WILL NOT LET SOMEONE STEAL MY WORK PLEASE AND THANK YOU! ♥Kumpleto
Sonic X - Project: Genesis {Male! OC}
Before Sonic and his friends ever appeared in the human world due to Chaos Control, G.U.N. - or Guardian Units of Nations - had already created a life form that surpassed even the likes of the "Project: Shadow" Nobody could have guessed that they, without the brilliant mind of the fabled Dr. Gerald Robotnik, that they could have made such a valuable military asset. "Project: Genesis," designated as Unit-02 due to him being the second coming of the "Ultimate Life Form," was an attempt at making a truly loyal weapon that would win any conflict with just the flick of the wrist. Using the DNA of Shadow the Hedgehog and harnessing the Chaos Energy within his blood, they created a clone, a superior entity wielding abilities to rival that of a god. He was beautiful- perfect even, and yet there was a flaw in his design. For all his power, his purpose for his existence remained firmly out of his grasp, and his "creators" didn't bother helping. Even with the lingering words of Ambertwo... "You're alive, and life is wonderful." Her final words echoed like a never ending mantra in his mind filled with so many different thoughts and questions. When Unit-02 woke up in the real world after being fully developed, the ones who created him never expected for their creation to rebel against them so... quickly. Fire and ruin was brought down upon them as a psychic force greater than any other destroyed the facility as quickly at the Ultimate Life Form's awakening. In the aftermath of the carnage, within the flaming wreckage of divine wrath, a man approached 02 with an offer- to master his power and conquer the world. Yet, this brought no satisfaction to him as he learned to master this seemingly chaotic, this uncontrollable power. He rebelled against this man, too, and came to the realization that humans, not matter who they were, couldn't be trusted, and retreated into the nature and never to be seen again.
Beautifully Dangerous {Punk Harry Styles}
{This story is copyright} "HARRY!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. The guy punched my in the jaw and my body hit the floor. My vision blurred and pain flared all through my body. I let out a loud scream when his foot made contact with my side. I her a loud grunt then a loud smack of skin on skin. I looked up slightly to see the guy being held up against the wall by Louis and Niall while Harry beat the life out of him. I let out a loud whimper as someone touches my side. "Come here babe, you'll be all right" Zayn cooed in my ear as he picked me up. I screamed again and almost passed out from the pain. "Harry she's gotta get to the hospital!" Zayn panicked while tears streamed down my face. "Fuck, Louis finish him off" The last thing I heard was a gun shot before everything went black. ------------------------------------- Harry and his boys run the city. One glance at him and you'd know to walk in the opposite direction. He has a dangerous aura that radiates from him. Luna wanted nothing to do with him and Harry wanted nothing to do with her. They are from two different worlds. Luna gets sucked into Harry's dangerous universe and struggles to escape. But she can't help but begin to fall. She can't help that he's... beautifully dangerous.Kumpleto
Sonic the Hedgehog IDW Comics : The Organic Copy {Male! Reader}
The Multiverse is quite an expansive space, don't you think? Well, what if I told you about a world where Neo Metal Sonic was actually Organic and was much more powerful than even Sonic the Hedgehog himself? This organic being was a clone of Sonic using his DNA to create the perfect life form of overwhelming strength and will. Eggman gave this creature the name : "Y/N Robotnik". However, due to him being a clone, he didn't desire to be kept up as a cage and a slave, and Sonic's DNA within him craved freedom. After a crushing defeat, Y/N finally snapped and decided to leave the Eggman Empire to find his own path. This eventually led him to a confrontation with Sonic - the original - allowed him to come to a realization and understand as to what he truly wanted. He was Sonic, and Sonic was him, and both wanted the same thing in life - to protect others.
Art and His Artist
Art the Clown x Female Reader Blood was never just blood-it was paint, a color that told a story. Every scream, every slash of the knife, every body left broken in the street felt less like murder and more like creation. That's what you told yourself, anyway, as you walked the fine line between artist and monster. And then you met him. Art the Clown didn't speak, didn't need to. One look from those wide, painted eyes told you he understood. He didn't see the mask of a girl pretending to be normal. he saw you for who you really were. The hunger. The thrill. The need to make something beautiful out of the ruin. With him, killing wasn't just compulsion-it was performance. A duet. Together, you painted the world in red. High school friends who suspected too much, lovers who betrayed, strangers unlucky enough to cross your path-all became part of the show. With Victoria by your side, the three of you became a family born not of bloodlines but of bloodshed, delighting in carnivals of corpses, Christmas massacres, and midnight feasts in diners that would never open again. And through it all, his hand was always there-silent, steady, pulling you deeper. In his laughter, you found love. In his violence, you found safety. And in his chaos, you finally found home. ⚠️Warnings⚠️ This story contains the following: Murder Torture Gore Strong language Smut Attempted r*pe Self harm If horror bothers you, Don't read this. But honestly, why are you reading a story about an evil demon clown in the first place? I'm not a great with words but I like coming up with stories so I wrote most of this story and let Chat GPT fix it up so don't give me credit for this sounding amazing lol I do not own ANY of the concepts from the Terrifier movies, I only added to it in this story. Damien Leone is a legend and I'm not here to steal his incredible work. This should be obvious. I just don't wanna have to deal with copyright issues.
Outland: Red Ledgers of a Demon Hunter
Terra Firma is gone. Mankind has descended. Demons rule the new world. In the aftermath of Biblical Desolation, Man's last dregs have fled to Outland---an accursed realm beneath the Earth, ruled by the Demonic forces of Chaos. Two factions, the Tantalus Consortium and the Terran Republic, battle each other and the uncanny frontiers around them in endless cycles of war. Demons, garbed in man-made flesh, wander the haunted places of this world, seeking whom they may devour. But God is not silent in the face of His people's suffering. Judges, chosen by the Angels, and their Slayer attendants follow these evils into their unholy lairs, steering both empires toward the light as Demons vie to keep humanity trapped in the dark. Two wars, one material and one spiritual, forever ravage the landscape, every new battle threatening to be the one that finishes what Desolation started. The Judges sponsored many great heroes, but none so well-known as Alptraum the Chaos-Eater--a Nephilim warrior from another realm who turned his back on sin and swore his sword to the Lord, becoming one of God's most fearsome warriors against creatures of the night. The Chaos-Eater fell contending for the faith, but he is succeeded by a son, hardened by strife and ordained by tragedy to follow on his warpath. This man, armed with a Heaven-forged Magic Sword, will wade knee-deep into the legions of the damned, carving a path toward salvation for all who cry out in direst need. He is Tony Slade, Exiled Ranger of the Terran Republic, and these are the stories that began his legend. For fans of Gothic horror with a cyberpunk twist, adrenaline-pumping action, and wholesome family values. Expect violence, heinous cruelty, the best and worst of humanity in unflinching detail, constant drug abuse, and a distressing lack of diplomatic solutions to interpersonal conflicts. This is your first and only warning.
Ink & Steel
When I was 14, my best friend, Declan, rushed into my life like a storm. He climbed through my window one night, carrying a duffel bag full of baseball equipment, but it wasn't for a game. It was for me. He'd seen the bruises, heard the shouting, and knew what my dad had been doing. Declan, smaller than me even at that age, fought my father to protect me, taking the blows that I couldn't fight off. That night, my dad moved us away, and I never saw Declan again. Now, 13 years later, I'm back in town-older, tougher, and a lot more guarded-but I have no idea where Declan ended up. Life pulled us in different directions, and mine was full of scars, seen and unseen. Then, one night at a red light, a guy starts harassing me through my open window. Before I can react, a motorcycle screeches to a stop beside me. The rider-tattooed, broad-shouldered, and completely lethal-reaches through the guy's window, slams his head into the steering wheel, and rides off like it was just another Thursday. I follow him. He ends up at a place called The Rusted Anchor, a rough bar on the edge of town, hidden behind rusted fences and rows of bikes. The crowd is loud and rough, but I've seen worse. Inside, it smells like whiskey, smoke, and danger. And behind the bar, pouring drinks with practiced ease, is the man I thought I lost all those years ago-Declan. He's no longer the quiet, skinny kid who risked everything to protect me. He's a man now-hardened, scarred, with eyes like storm clouds and a presence that silences a room. He doesn't recognize me at first. But when he does, I see it-that same fire, that same instinct to protect. Only now, it burns even hotter. Declan isn't just back in my life. He's ready to do whatever it takes to keep me safe. And this time, no one is going to take me away from him.Kumpleto
"No one knows where the Potentials are taken. If the prisoners resist, they turn up dead the very next day. They call it Project Frostbite." "They?" "Are all dead." ****** For over 6 months now, bodies have been turning up on the streets of New York. No one knows the cause of death, with the bodies unharmed, barring a single needle prick in the base of the victim's neck. Old or young, big or small; it didn't matter. No evidence of the killers, nothing. Tryston Waters lived a relatively good life. Granted he had an overprotective ex-military father and a policewoman for a mother, but still, he thought he was just a normal 19yr old boy with a normal job and normal life. But one day, when he reveals a powerful secret he didn't even know he harbored, Tryston's life will turn upside down. In 48 hours, he's dodging bullets, avoiding spies, and teaming up with a snarky assassin who doesn't know how to socialize. Firestorm was enjoying her time in New York. She was making big bucks in her "cleaning" business, and was having a blast fighting off the CEO's bodyguards who thought she was just a defenseless teenager. She doesn't have time to babysit an amateur pyrotechnic who is being chased by the very people she was running from. Tryston has no idea who is after him or why, and Firestorm seems to hold the answers. But just how close is she to Project Frostbite? After all, the enemy of your enemy is your friend. All in the name of war.
Karagdagang detalyeMga Alituntunin ng Nilalaman