Creepypasta Fandom in a Nutshell. (NOW NARRATED!)Creepypasta, creepypastaCreepypasta Fandom in a Nutshell. (NOW NARRATED!)21 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Serve me up some creepypasta
Give me a side of scary story
With a dash of blood and gorey
Don't forget to add the raging fangirls
And of course don't forget the ranting ant hills
Never forget the sexualized psychopaths
The Mary Sues and the wannable crazy laughs
The endless hoodie wearing OC's
The neverending monochrome copies
The horribly drawn webcam art,
That looks like a 5 year olds fart
Add in a pinch of sexism,
Because any female character will be put into a prism
Don't forget to add the elitism too,
Because if you don't follow the exact rules creepypasta wiki will reject you
Forget putting any real effort into any OC,
Because the popular ones were made in just 3
Minutes, that is
You don't even need a real story
Just make one up or copy from Toby
Forget any effort at all, just give it some abs and make it stand tall
I Saved MyselfYesterday:I Saved Myself10 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
You saw my cut up wrist,
Gave it a kiss,
And told me everything
Would be okay.
It is not yesterday.
You are not here.
But I am okay.
I run with my own strength.
Skyler's Weight Loss Program pt. 1 Part 1: Kelsy Is a Bad InfluenceSkyler's Weight Loss Program pt. 19 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Skyler walked up to her dorm room with her stomach soft, pudgy middle poking over her waistband all around. She stepped quickly down the hallway, her thighs thick, rubbing together as she stepped to the door with a confident grin and arms full of shopping bags, colorful exercise clothes and diet products visible through the translucent bags.
Opening the door, she nearly dropped everything, "What the fuck, Kelsy?"
She ran over to her best friend and roommate. Kelsy was laid out, topless, her wide body on the floor, her face smeared in Nutella, two empty jars of which sat to her sides, and clutching an almost-empty pint of rocky road. "Whaaat?" she asked with a playful grin, feigning innocence. She heaved herself up into a seated position, groaning at the effo
poetry i should not be writing at four a.m.i will love you until it hurts and even past that,poetry i should not be writing at four a.m.12 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
until my chest aches with the thought of
your eyelashes and every bit of your life
has been written on my skin.
i will be your pillar of strength. i will love you
after it hurts and after i grow numb and grow apart
and we find ourselves on opposite sides of the country,
like branches on a tree that grew bigger
than we could ever imagine.
i will keep your city circled on every map i place
on the walls of my room, like a reminder
and a to do list and a promise all in one. you have
etched yourself into every corner
of my brain and i have stopped trying
to catch myself thinking about you because
most days my thoughts are running too fast
to ever even catch up with
and they always seem to lead back to you.
and right now my veins are only half blood
and half holy so i know this isn’t a poem
that needs to be written but i also know
already that if i don’t get this out, tomorrow
morning i will be crouched in front
of a toilet bowl
Dear You,Hey. Hi. Hello.Dear You,22 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I don't know who you are. You probably don't know who I am, either. You most likely clicked this wondering what kind of weirdo would write something, well, to the reader. Don't even try to say you didn't think about it, just a little.
Anyway, like I said, I don't know who you are; but I know what you are.
I know that you are a hero: Courageous, brave, strong. I also know that you are a villain: Devious, cunning, sly. I want you to remember that it's all on you on how people perceive you. Are you someone's hero or someone's villain?
Who do you want to be?
If you can't answer that, then be yourself - even if you don't know just who exactly that is yet. Don't listen to other people, not even me, because someone can't tell you who you are. You are you.
Even if you're not quite sure if your name fits, you know yourself better than anyone else; especially when it doesn't feel that way.
You may feel like a monster. And, yes, sometimes you can be a monster. Hiding in your best
One Minute Melee! Chief Thunder vs Connor Kenway!One Minute Melee! Chief Thunder vs Connor Kenway!1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
ONE MINUTE MELEE!
Across the setting sun, a bulky muscular man stood at the edge of a wooden bridge, twin tomahawks in his hands. Native American paint covered his face and shoulders, his hair adorned with a feather band.
Chief Thunder took a deep breath of the clean mountain air, filling his lungs with energy. Seemingly at peace, he closed his eyes and lowered his weapons, the near empty silence wrapping itself around his mind.
Suddenly, the massive man dropped a tomahawk and spun around. Reaching out with one beefy hand, he grasps onto the arm of another Native American dressed in a white, a small blade poking out from a contraption on his wrist.
Snarling, Thunder heaved the man over his shoulder and onto the bridge. The assassin quickly rolled upon landing and was up on his feet. Connor Kenway frowned and withdrew his own tomahawk as Thunder picked
GTA V poster girl TGGTA V poster girl TG12 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
GTA V poster girl TG
Seb had been doing nothing but play GTA V since it came out for PC. He had missed most of his classes but since he was a college student, no one really complained. His friends hadn't seen much of him either and because he had no room mate, there was no one to interrupt him.
His seemingly endless marathon of GTA had to come to an end though. One fateful morning, a package from amazon arrived. It was an album he had pre-ordered roughly a month ago and almost forgotten about because of his new passion. But he had also waited on this album release for quite some time and decided to take a break from the game to listen to his new music for a while. As he took the disc out of his computers' drive, his attention was caught by the stunning, yet animated, beauty taking a selfie, depicted on the game. “Wow, never realised how good looking this girl actually is” He held the game in front of his face, staring at the blonde, curvy figure and seemed to fall into a tr
 idiot .// ayato x male!blind!ghoul! reader idiot .// ayato x male!blind!ghoul! reader1 day ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Do you like how this one looks, Ayato-kun?”
Ayato’s icy eyes flickered towards the [H/C] male, an eyebrow raising at the sight. [M/N]’s facing him with a mask raised in front of his face. It’s a smooth light pink one that’s the shape of a cat’s head, with tiny heart designs freckling the ears. Ayato’s first thought was: ‘it kind of looks cute on him’.
What? Ayato felt like punching himself mentally and he turned his head slightly, tearing his eyes off of the boy. What was he thinking? [M/N] looks absolutely ridiculous.
“It would suit you, if you were a she-ghoul that is.” Ayato told him bluntly, succeeding at hiding his emotions that he had just felt a moment ago.
[M/N] slowly took the mask away from his face, his usual smile no longer lingering on his lips. He sighed and held the mask in his hands, looking down at it wistfully.
“Oh...it’s a girls’ one, isn’t it?
The Last Kusagari brings Red Steel to Death BattleThe Last Kusagari brings Red Steel to Death Battle4 hours ago in Profiles More Like This
THE LAST KUSAGARI…
First Appearance: “Red Steel 2” (2010)
Height: Unknown (pretty tall)
Weight: Unknown (athletic build)
Age: Estimated late twenties
Aliases: The Hero, Sword-slinger
Lone survivor of the Kusagari Clan
Annihilated the Jackals and the Takahari
Trained under Jian the Sword Master
Avenged the death of his clan
-Made from metal known only to Kusagari members
-Can take bullets without breaking
-Primary weapon, guns are support
-Long-Barrel Heavy Revolver
-Can bounce bullets off floors and walls
-Easiest to find ammo for
-Sawed-off, break-open shotgun
-Ideal for close-quarter combat
-Can destroy armor with a well-place shot
tombstones don't mark much of anythingeight-year-olds don't understandtombstones don't mark much of anything10 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
death. they don't know why the dog no longer
barks or why the cricket no longer
chirps or why the grasshopper lies still. they were brought
to life believing that we will live forever, yet the world
slams a fist, shows them
forever is never and that they will not believe
in anything so beautiful ever
(they live in laughter
and in love
but sorrow shall fold them into something
sixteen-year-olds believe in something
after, though they don't quite know
what. they understand the cat didn't tear the feathers from
the bird just for the hell of
it, but for the life of it, and where did that life go?
yet they forget faith as time rolls on
and brush death from their shoulders
like dripping rain.
(they learn you can't stride on a cloud
and fall through childhood
thirty-two-year-olds forget that
life moves on without the ones you used to love,
and they hate it; they hold on to
rusted photographs and tinted memories gone b
NOTES ON THE FRIDGEAfter dinner, take the blue pills.NOTES ON THE FRIDGE13 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Take backsteps to the basement,
woman knocking about last
month's rent. There
are notions of relapse so
try not to trip on the
staircase, the glass and
the whole house. Lights
click and make a ticking noise
relevant only to the ears
to remember these nights.
As the workbench
creaks, stay calm.
Wind the record player: it hums,
trying to free the sound
of dead choirs--dust clouds
of the past. Now,
take a deep breath and
Correct the labels on mason jars.
(Electrical Connection ) BEN x Reader 4(Electrical Connection ) BEN x Reader 422 hours ago in Profiles More Like This
(Electrical Connection 4)
(No One's P.O.V)
" Huh? Ben. He has almost all the masks and 3/4 of the bosses remaining." Effie's dad said out loud to no one in particular.
He inspected the save file. It would be a shame to delete the file. He remembered what it felt like to almost complete a game. His decision was made, he wouldn't delete the save file. Then he went to the next save file and named it ( dad nickname). The game then started.
Effie's dad's pager then went off.
Pausing the game he look down at his pager. He had to go back to work. Sighing he got off the couch to shut down the Nintendo console. A shock hit his finger as he tried to press the off button. Recoiling in pain he let out a yelp. The console was still on in the end. Effie's dad stood there and examined his pointer finger. The tip was burnt. Then he heard two pairs of footsteps drawing near.
" Hey dad, are you okay, we heard- oh my god!" Effie said as she rushed to her dad's side and leaving
MercyI don't want to die.Mercy7 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
No one does, I suppose. It's a natural human instinct to keep on living. But that doesn't stop the hands of fate. The hands that, as soon as their cold fingertips brush against your skin, you're gone.
The hands of the ones they call Angels.
They aren't real angels. Real angels don't exist. Just as God doesn't exist. There are no benevolent beings with crystalline white wings and halos burning with heavenly fire - there is no supreme existence sitting on a golden throne watching from above. Not anymore, at least. If they ever did exist then we killed them long ago and as punishment, the universe created the Angels that we know now.
It was an accident. As are most things these days. Three hundred and then some years ago, back when people still went to church and prayed to whatever deity they had conjured up in their minds, it happened. The stories say it was a joint effort of an elite handful of scientists gathered from around the world. They had meant well; s
homewreckerslick the silver of his thin necklethomewreckers15 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
and leave the mark on a white porcelain of a neck;
my child, die for a love of
Mistress of Death
her mind [her tattooed hands]
are full of a creative
i'll kill for her eyes to glance on my chest
and for her serene lips to dance with mine in night-long erotic duet
i'll destroy the one who is touching her forearm
and is caressing her velvet long hair,
the one who is cursing when sees my signature
on her naked limbs
i truly love you
of a Devil's firstborn
i'll cherish your soul and touch
your god i will believe in
i will sleep in your dreams when i'm dead,
Prodigy [Daddy!Izaya x Mommy!Police!Reader]Prodigy [Daddy!Izaya x Mommy!Police!Reader]15 hours ago in Humor More Like This
Izaya Orihara was a father.
If that fact alone wasn’t a sign of the coming apocalypse, you didn’t know what was.
After nine months of no work at the station, aches, pains, and headaches, both literally and figuratively, you produced a gorgeous child with jet black hair and huge, hazel eyes. Despite being the child of an angry policewoman and Izaya Orihara of all people, the boy, whom Izaya promptly dubbed Akira, has always been a quiet child, crying only when he felt hungry or tired. All understandable you assumed.
As he aged, he revealed signs of a brilliant mind concealed behind that mess of black hair. He picked up words at a rapid rate, which meant you were required to watch your language. He began fiddling with puzzles and putting them together no later than a year and a half. With Izaya’s constant reading to him all his life, he followed in those footsteps, picking up his own books off choice, flipping through them with interest.
You hated to brag, but you were
A regular guyThe mind of a scientistA regular guy16 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
The soul of a warrior
The heart of a poet
Everything but another regular person
Colour my heartJust a hint ofColour my heart18 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
dark, royal blue sea, a hint of
depth to your mind that
draws me in.
This Is Borderline Personality DisorderAnd I'll tell you what it means.This Is Borderline Personality Disorder2 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's like spoonful of sugar,
full of empathy.
With a nasty side effect
of manipulative feelings.
It's saying and doings things
that aren't always right.
It's making many negative conversations
into colossal fights.
It becomes a controversy within,
when you suffer
from a sorry sense of abandonment.
Though you're not always sure
who to blame,
because it's you who's pushing
It's impulses pulsating like a bomb
within your chest.
And you're the sorry engineer
who has no idea
which button to press.
This is a relationship that's as stable
as water running through
Like ashes falling through
a fire's dying embers.
It's walking through a Garden of Eden
with a mass called suicide.
He taps his hand on your shoulder,
and whispers, “why don't you just
close your eyes?”
It's putting that form in the mouths
of your friends.
Begging them to say the words
because you know you can't.
It's using it yourself when you get
Kaneki Ken x Fem!Reader ~ PurrKaneki Ken x Fem!Reader ~ Purr16 hours ago in General Fiction More Like This
= . =
Quietly squealing, (F/N) skipped down the street, Kaneki following at a slower stately walk but with a smile. It grew as the girl turned, her (H/C) hair ruffling and catching the light, a similar grin on her lips. "Kaneki! Hurry up!" She caught one of his hands with her own, tugging the other forward impatiently.
"Yeah, yeah," Kaneki sped up his pace, his shoes tapping against the pavement, but he couldn't help slowing again as they passed a wall, amazingly intricate graffiti sprayed across the bricks. He couldn't tell exactly what it was of, but there was a blurry person, a mop of black and white hair shadowing his shapeless face and scarlet trees, branches spreading behind him. "Oh..." It was amazing.
"Kaneki!" (F/N) glanced at him, excitement evident on her features. "Come on! We're going to be late!"
"No we're not, we've got plenty of time," Kaneki replied, but quickened anyway, his black hair bobbing in time with his steps as (F/N) led him down another alleyway, full
Hushed Declaration - Daddy!Vision x Mommy!ReaderHushed Declaration - Daddy!Vision x Mommy!Reader5 hours ago in General Fiction More Like This
~~~Author's Note: I didn't expect this to be a continuation of Physical Contact - Daddy!Vision x Mommy!Reader but I guess after re-watching clips on Youtube about Vision, I just couldn't resist! I hope you love this as much as I loved writing it. Tiny Mia is so cute!
"Next time we go on one of these missions, remind me to take a bundle of wipes--- because this is just ridiculous!"
A scarlet hand carefully took a stray twig from your locks. "I have to agree. There is quite a lot of grime covering your form."
You shot your husband a look of displeasure. "Gee thanks. As if I didn't already know that." Going back to the bathroom mirror, you surveyed your skin-tight black suit. 'Wow. I sure did a bang up job of covering myself in dirt, grime, and ack! Is that blood?' Yup, it was blood alright. Fortunately not all the blood was yours, though that did cause some conc
Norway xReader (Cold)Norway xReader (Cold)11 hours ago in Romance More Like This
Norway hadn't muttered any protests when you practically invaded his home. You merely walked through the front door, announced your presence, and removed your outside-wear before plopping down on the couch beside him and playing with his hair.
Though you were careful of that odd little gravity-defying curl.
Norway hadn't thought much of it. You did this rather often. But you always made up for the unannounced arrivals at a later date with home-cooked meals and movie nights. He was rather curious now however, despite your calm ministrations with his pale locks, you had tear stained tracks on your face, red eyes, puffy cheeks, and a glint of homicide in your eyes if he wasn't mistaken.
"You look disgusting." Norway spoke up softly. "At least wipe your face before going out in public."
He heard you scoff in bitter irritation, "Wow, what a charmer you've become Norge." You growled, "Cause' y'know that's exactly what all girls want to hear after a nasty breakup."
Norway looked you
Erza Scarlet suits up for DEATH BATTLE!Erza Scarlet suits up for DEATH BATTLE!13 hours ago in Profiles More Like This
Occupation: S-Class Mage
First Appearance: Fairy Tail(Episode 4 and Chapter 10)
-Considered to be one of, if not the Strongest Woman in Fiore
-Led a prison revolt at the Tower of Heaven
-Became one of the youngest people to reach the rank of S-Class Mage
- At the Grand Magic Games, she defeats all 100 Monsters, a feat done by no other
-Has defeated powerful mages of both Light Guilds and Dark Guilds
-Despite her slim figure, she can cut through metal with only the force of swinging her sword
- Can drag around objects much larger than her
- Insane amounts of it, could still use her Requip magic and different combos, despite using all her Magic Power in on
Starting OverBeyond borders exists limitless expanseStarting Over11 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
The panting fangs of life's snares
Escapes my essence as I am no longer there
I thread the needle fine
Weave another tomorrow
I've been undone and reborn anew
Without form or mold
All I've become
To create the yet untold