Vintage Stories

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(ENG) - A story that attempts to reconstruct the past ● to put together the pieces of the puzzle ● all the pieces available ● while remaining as faithful as possible to what we know. ● Hell is loud. Signals never truly die. And some connections refuse to fade-no matter how much you try to cut them. After death, Alastor and Vox carve their names into Pentagram City in very different ways: one through shadows and radio waves, the other through screens and electric control. They are rivals, opposites, disasters waiting to collide. But before the power, before the hatred, there was something else. Something unfinished. A Tale of Waves and Frequencies follows their story across life, death, and everything in between-through ambition, betrayal, obsession, and the kind of bond that refuses to stay buried. As alliances shift and new players enter the game, both of them try to move on, to replace, to forget. They fail. Spectacularly. Because in Hell, you can destroy the evidence. You can drown the signal. You can even convince yourself you've let go. But some frequencies keep bleeding through the static. And when they do... you either answer- or you break. ✨ Slow-burn / friends to enemies to something worse 📻🎥 All shades of RadioStatic 💔 Angst, obsession, messy emotions 🔥 Power dynamics, rivalry, toxic bonds 🎶 Music-driven narrative

𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙞 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙨𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚 carl grimes x undead oc ^ inspired by ; @angelicfawn

_මොනයම් දේකවුවද පුදුමය පවතින්නේ සම්පූර්ණවන තෙක් පමණී, පුදුමය සහා ආශාව පවත්වා ගන්න නම් අවසානය දක්වාම සම්පුර්ණයෙන්ම් අසම්පූර්ණ විය යුතු වේ_ 💔=❤️

* උබ විශ්වාසකරයිද මන්දා... ඌත් අහම්බෙන් කඩන් වැටෙනවා දැක්ක දෙවතාඑලියක් වගේ බන්. (අයාන් මන්දිව් ඩි සිල්වා) * ම්ම්ම්.... අනේ මන්දා... මන් හිතන්නෙ ම්න් එයාගේ අර පරක් තෙරක් නැති තදම තද කලුපාට ඇස් වල අතරමන් වෙලාද කොහෙදෝ... ( දිව්නාර අභිසෙස් වෙදගෙදර )

A group of nine mutuals who share a passion for music decide to form a band. (No reader insert, shipping. Just an artistic version of the band's formation.)(set in Des Moines, Iowa 1995.)(Psychological horror, trauma, substance, and mental illness type themes. Reader discretion is advised but the content is not 18+.)

He is the weight of metal, the trace of oil, and the time that demands patience. She is the vertigo of light, the gleam of glass, and the urgency of now. In the silence of a workshop forgotten by progress, two rhythms collide. He mends what the world casts aside; she seeks the angle the world longs to see. Between the shutter that clicks and the screen that accelerates, an interference is born - one that no algorithm could have foreseen. But the light that reveals is the same light that consumes. In a city that demands total exposure, what remains for those who choose the shadows? An elegy for that which cannot be edited. The final encounter between the grain that resists and the pixel that devours.

Some loves are not written in ink. They are carved into bone, sealed in blood, and buried in silence. He was born beneath a name the world worshipped - raised in light so bright it never let him belong to himself. She grew where no one cared to look - a girl the world forgot before it ever knew her. And when they met, it was not destiny that reached for them - it was something quieter. Older. More dangerous. Not gentle. Not kind. Not meant to survive. In the smoke-stained winter of 1975, beneath a dying tree and a sky heavy with unsaid things, he saw her. A moment. A glance. And something irreversible took root. From then on, every tomorrow carried her shadow. Every breath learned her name. Every silence began to sound like prayer. But love does not remain pure in a world ruled by power. The blood that made him golden demanded obedience. The silence that kept her safe demanded sacrifice. And between them grew a devotion that could not exist without consequence. When the darkness finally came for them, he did not ask for mercy. He did not ask to be saved. He only bowed his head and whispered into the ruin: For her, I would burn again. For her - a thousand times over Even if time erased them. Even if the world never knew. Even if she one day forgot his name. Some loves are not meant to be remembered. Only endured. Only carried. Carved where no one can see. Carved in his bones.

In the glittering haze of the December 1950s Hollywood, Doris White is a practical dreamer--a hardworking showgirl determined to keep her dance troupe, The Twinkle Toes, afloat in a world that barely notices them. Their luck seems to change overnight when Martin Thomas--America's golden-voiced heartthrob and reigning king of the charts--chooses their modest group to join him on a cross-country charity tour for the boys at war, a decision that comes suspiciously close to a scandal threatening his spotless image. While the tour promises redemption for Martin and survival for the girls, Doris wants nothing to do with men like him: charismatic, self-assured cads who think a smile and a song can win anything. Martin, used to adoration, sees her resistance as an amusing challenge--but Doris vows to resist his charms, even as she begins to wonder if there might be more to the man behind the stagelights than his reputation suggests.

London society in the 90s glittered with elegance, secrets, and the endless pressure to find the perfect match. Every year, the most powerful families gathered for the marriage season-where reputations were built in grand ballrooms and destroyed by whispers behind fans. For the respected Ardenwood family, this season carries new expectations. Their eldest daughter enters society admired for her grace and charm yet quietly burdened by the weight of her family's hopes. Everyone expects her to make the perfect match. Everyone... except her. Across the ballroom stands a man equally determined to avoid society's plans. Wealthy, influential, and dangerously charming, he has made one rule for himself-he will never marry. But when constant attention from ambitious families becomes unbearable, an unexpected solution appears. A simple agreement. A fake courtship. If they pretend to be interested in one another, society will stop interfering. She will gain the attention and respect needed to secure her future, and he will finally be left in peace. At first, it is only a performance. Stolen dances. Public smiles. Perfectly timed glances meant to convince the entire city. But as the season unfolds, something begins to change. Late-night conversations become more meaningful. Jealousy appears where it should not. And the line between pretend and real begins to disappear. Meanwhile, a mysterious gossip writer watches every move, revealing secrets that could ruin reputations overnight. What began as a harmless plan may soon become the most dangerous risk of all... Because sometimes the greatest scandal of the season is falling in love with the one person you were never supposed to love.

1935, The Great Depression, The Bradley Gang, and The Clown. 27 years before the events with Lily and her friends.

𝙔𝙪𝙣 𝙣𝙖 𝙠𝙖𝙗𝙝𝙞, 𝙠𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙖 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙯𝙖𝙖𝙧... 𝙈𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙠𝙞𝙮𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙞 𝙩𝙪𝙢𝙨𝙚 𝙥𝙮𝙖𝙖𝙧~ *** 𝙃𝙚 𝙬𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙮𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙣, 𝙄 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙝 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚. *** ᴛʀᴏᴘᴇꜱ 🤌 ꜱᴏʟᴅɪᴇʀ x ᴠɪʟʟᴀɢᴇʀ ꜱᴏꜰᴛ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ 90ꜱ ꜱᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʜᴇ ꜰᴇʟʟ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ, ꜱʜᴇ ꜰᴇʟʟ ʜᴀʀᴅᴇʀ ꜰᴏʀʙɪᴅᴅᴇɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴠɪɴᴛᴀɢᴇ ᴠɪʙᴇꜱ ꜱʟᴏᴡ ʙᴜʀɴ #1 𝒊𝒏 𝑲𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒎𝒊𝒓 𝒐𝒏 20/11/2025 | 04/01/2026 #5 𝒊𝒏 𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒐𝒏 06/12/2025 #1 𝒊𝒏 𝑻𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄 𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒏 18/01/2026

"She was silk and sass. He was smoke and simmer." In the quaint lanes of 1960s India, where patriarchy still brewed stronger than morning chai and society dictated a woman's worth by the bend in her spine, Siya Mehra bloomed-a whirlwind of modern defiance wrapped in pearls and rebellion. Born to a wealthy businessman recently returned from London, Siya was used to luxury, lipstick, and looking down on those who dared live a life outside her polished world. Arjun Malhotra, on the other hand, was the kind of man poetry forgot to write about-quietly handsome, humbly bred, and cooking dreams on a stove no one respected. A government clerk's son with calloused hands and fire in his heart, Arjun dreamt not of riches, but of spice, smoke, and someday... a restaurant with his name etched on the door. Their fathers, once bound by brotherhood in service, are brought together again-by illness and helplessness. When Siya's father discovers his old friend struggling with health and financial woes, he offers assistance-on one condition: his spoiled daughter must marry the humble chef. Siya is livid. Her mother is livider. And Arjun? He simply agrees-for duty, not desire. But what happens when silver spoons meet steel-spined simplicity? When fire meets ice on a marriage altar neither of them ever asked for? Sometimes, tradition writes the most unexpected love stories.

අහම්බෙන් නන්නාදුනන තමන්ට වඩා අවුරුදු 11 වැඩිමල් කෙනෙක්ව බදින්න උනොත්.... අවුරුදු දහස් ගාණකට පාරක් උපදින ඇල්ෆලාටවත් යටත් කරන්න බැරි පිරිසිදු ලේ තියන වෘකයෙක්... මිලියනකට එකක අනුපාතයක් ඇතුව ජීවිතේ රැකුන වෘක වැම්පයර් මිශ්‍රිත දරුවෙක්.... සහෝදර බැදීම ආකර්ශනයක් ලෙස වරදවා වටහා ගත් තරුණයෙක්.... මේ සියල්ල මැද, වෘක වැම්පයර් යුද්දයක් බලාපොරොත්තු වන තුන්වන පාර්ශවයක්

SEQUEL of K R I S H N A. S U N D A R I. Since ancient times, a woman's life has been linked to a river. She was born in one place and then gently undulates towards the sea. But have you ever thought about its seabed, the one which gets affected and depleted at the same time? The river might be the physical persona, but look deeper. It's merely a facade. The water is clear, sometimes and sometimes not. But what lies inside is a different story. There lies ashes, fishes, quite many clashes, splashes, and maybe a few wishes. Maybe unfinished, maybe incomplete. The same sediments can throw cold, making the land alluvial. But once internally disrupted, they cause havocs. This is the story of a river towards its story of being a mighty river.

Kim Woonhak × Myung Jaehyun

𝓘 kissed her face, and 𝓚issed her head. 𝓒𝓛𝓞𝓢𝓔𝓓 . . . ── © discophoria 2026

"But the moment that I first laid Eyes on him, all alone On the edge of seventeen" Valerie "Ree" Forman and Steven Hyde have hated each other since they were kids. They're like oil and water; they don't mix. They never have. But, as the gang of friends grows older, things begin changing, including Ree's feelings for a certain rebellious burnout. OC x Steven Hyde That 70's Show Fanfiction

In a time when radios played Lata's songs and letters carried feelings deeper than words ever could, she met him-on the first day of college, twenty years after India gained independence. He wasn't a freedom fighter, but he freed something in her. A smile. A feeling. A love she never dared to name. He loved sitars when the world had moved on to guitars. He loved books, children, music... and she? She loved him. Quietly. Completely. From behind the veil of silence every sanskaari girl was taught to wear back then. He was the boy every girl admired. She was that quiet girl-who changed herself, little by little, just to be noticed. While he chased dreams and disappeared into the world, she stayed behind-with ink-stained fingers and a heart that beat only for him. She doesn't know where he is now. But she remembers the way he once looked at her, like she mattered. And now, decades later, all she has are her memories... and a diary that was never really about her. It was always about Him.

horror, romantic and supernatural story of a girl named selene who falls in love with strange boy.