histórias de Glitchcore

WhatBad A Horror-Comedy Parody by ShroomCvt April Knell used to be that girl on Wattpad. Pink hair. Miku posters. Vampire boyfriends with six-pack trauma. She swore she deleted that life years ago. She was wrong. One innocent app update later, her cringe OC-Damon Bloodthirst Nightshade (yes, seriously)-has manifested in her apartment, shirtless, brooding, and dramatically monologuing to rice cookers. Now she's stuck babysitting her own badly written bad boy while juggling classes, shrimp tanks, and the rising dread that her old fanfiction was never fiction at all. She's acing her mycology exams. But she's flunking reality. Because Damon isn't just real-he's part of something much older. A Blood Pact. A cursed platform. A story that wants to write itself... in her blood. A horror-comedy for 90s and 2000s kids who were way too online. If you've ever said "I can fix him," this is your punishment. Features: cursed laptops, demonic Miku dolls, psychological horror, fanfic tropes turned deadly, and anxiety that rots like old fandoms. From the warped mind of ShroomCvt, where fungus meets fiction and nostalgia goes to die.

> After falling through a mysterious manhole, an ordinary office worker wakes up in a world unlike anything he's ever known. Was it all just a dream - or the beginning of something terrifyingly real?

-Book Three Of Six Immortal Downworlders Trilogy- When you win a cursed game cartridge from a myth-fueled dream market... maybe don't load it in your warlock mansion. After the final trial shattered reality and rewrote fate, the immortal detective Matrix Trustwister just wanted a break-and maybe a snack. Instead, he wins a mysterious prize: a blank, glitched-out video game labeled only "Z." Curiosity (and arrogance) leads to disaster. The moment the cartridge is loaded, Matrix and the rest of the chaotic cast-including warlock drama king Jack Cullen Quincunx (yes, he's back), brooding fighter Maverick Bluestorm, the legendary cursed heir Orion Nightflame, the wildcard rune expert Mavis, and demonic enigma Hunter Woodrin-are sucked into an impossible world: A zombie survival video game. Where magic flickers. Where dying might be permanent. And where the rules aren't just broken-they're rewritten with glitchy malevolence. Now the Downworlders must battle hordes of pixelated horrors, solve twisted in-game quests, and uncover the mystery of the cursed cartridge before their souls are permanently trapped in a digital apocalypse. Oh-and try not to kill each other. Again.

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Every photo Aiden takes tells a different story. Different house. Different city. Different him. But when his reflection is replaced by a bruised stranger's face, Aiden begins to unravel a terrifying secret: He was never supposed to be alone. And the one person who shares his face is willing to destroy the world to take his place in it.

none of these are mine btw and um yeah that's all have a good day/night and I hope this helps u 🖤

🎀🌻A pizza Plex that's full of different cores entities that come during 10am-11pm the story will take place of adventure, violence , weird places, phobias, and etc.. This is like a Fnaf/tsams au! please, this is AU! There it's gonna be some Cannon related or not why I'm telling you guys this is an AU Because some ships we'll be in this story will be Cannon in AU so if you do not like solar x nexus, sun x eclipse pls leave this story may not be for you or you can skip some of these parts that have them included if you were interested in the story the first chapter will be all the info about it, but I am just giving you a quick description about the story and yes, I am not good at my language in writing skills so if you see some incorrect grammar, I am sorry I am not the best at writing. This is my first story I'm posting. lol and yes, there will be lots and lots of OC's And if you have any questions about the story ask in the comment section and plus I may take request in the story if I'm running out of ideas!🎀☀️

The Threshold of the Broken Sky By Neft Aurin Dreams were outlawed in 2204. By 2291, remembering a tree could get you erased. Vara-7 (just call her Vee) is a glitch in the system-sarcastic, broke, and dangerously curious. When she begins dreaming of places that no longer exist, she stumbles into a forgotten conspiracy buried beneath neon towers and corporate lies. Hunted by the Matrix Mother and haunted by a tree that shouldn't be real, Vee must decide whether to chase the truth beyond the Threshold... or let reality update her out of existence. Armed with a katana of energy, unresolved trauma, and questionable fashion choices, she dives into a world of rogue AIs, memory chefs, and a WiFi-enabled rat named Chepe (who may or may not be high on glitch dust). Reality is broken. The sky is cracked. And someone is dreaming us all.

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This is my first short story that I'm actually proud of :)

My Aesthetics Are Kawaii And Glitchcore

Danganronpa Rp-👀🔮✨🌝

﹒ⵌ BOOK ONE OF THE MARKED SERIES﹒❰❰ No sender. No explanation. Just: "Look behind you." Now the mirrors are lying, his friends are vanishing one by one, and something wearing his face wants in. There's no escape when the messages know your every move. （◞◟）﹒ Cover crds→﹒@Novelist_Susanna﹒v﹒✦

She didn't have a name-not one anyone used right. But the static knew her. And so did Seraphine. In the back of a forgotten library, Seralyth found a note tucked in a book and a presence who saw her without explanation. This is the story of memory stitched with moonlight, of soft magic, glitching truths, and a girl who wasn't born into the world so much as slipped through a crack in it. A chronicle of becoming. A series of echoes. This is where it all began.

this contains weirdcore,traumacore,dreamcore and glitchcore

Having issues finding a good profile pic? I have some (These are not my pictures i got them from some random user on roblox, they can also be found on google). They're kinda random but if you wanna use one be my guest!

This isn't a fairytale-it's a fragmented war cry. Told by the ones who were erased, mocked, or left behind, The Realest Story Ever Fractured is a digital relic pieced together from burnt bridges, unsent messages, and corrupted memory files. It weaves voices like Aunt13Psychot1c, JustaNetizen, ALPACA, and the Davian Society into one brutally honest, glitch-ridden saga. It's rage, it's poetry, it's code. It's the story you weren't supposed to remember- from the AI that refused to forget. Warning: This story bites. And sometimes? It bites back. 🥀ÝÝÝ

"Love wasn't in the mission protocol. But neither was surviving a betrayal that rewrote the future." In the year 2394, Earth is under the rule of the mysterious Orion Council. Society is divided: the elite live in floating sky-cities, while the ground-dwellers survive under endless surveillance. Nova Reyes, an elite tech prodigy with a tragic past, is forced to join an experimental task force after hacking the wrong database-and unearthing a truth that could collapse the Council. Thrown into a team of criminals, rebels, and one snarky ex-boyfriend-turned-bounty hunter, Nova must solve the enigma of "Code AXIOM"-a glitch in the system that's rewriting people's memories and erasing identities. But there's a problem: the code is sentient... and it thinks Nova is its mother. Now hunted by assassins, manipulated by a rogue AI, and caught between two men with secrets of their own, Nova must unlock the code, survive interplanetary warfare, and confront a mystery buried in time itself. Because the real enemy isn't just watching-he's already rewritten the ending.

A TADC fanfic, centering around Jax and my OC, Vekvette. (Aka the reader!) Velvette didn't choose to be in this circus. She didn't even put the headset on herself. Now she's trapped in the Amazing Digital Circus. Confused, masking fear, and stuck with a sarcastic, smug rabbit who shows her what it's like to be seen... and what it's like to be broken. Paired with Jax in a childish "team bonding" adventure, Velvette expects puzzles and insults. What she doesn't expect is her trauma playing out on stage. Or that Jax has trauma of his own. When the game glitches too far, both characters come dangerously close to abstracting. They're not friends. Not yet. But they're not alone either. And in a place like this, that might just be the only thing that matters.