Goths+Vamps Kidnaping AdventurChapter One: The ProblemGoths+Vamps Kidnaping Adventur5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Mike trembled at the sight before him. He wasnt sure how long he could resist from 'attacking' the teen.
Dylan was so pretty when he wasnt screaming or cussing or threatening to do terrible things to the young vampire when he was asleep.
Still, the Goth boy looked like he wanted to, by the expression on his face, at least. But he couldnt move.
You see, Vampir, the leader of the Vampires at South Park High School, had made his intentions regarding the Red Goth quite clear at the beginning of the school year.
Unfortunately, this had caused his minions to think a little too hard. And, in an attempt to please their Overlord, they had actually managed to kidnap Dylan, tie his hands behind his back, bind his legs together and gag him.
H-how the hell did you manage this? Mike had always thought that there was no way anyone would be able to tame the kid, for even a moment . So how did they manage to bind him
SP Goths + Vamps CuRed: FMLI guess I was filled with too much emotion to really have complete control over myself.SP Goths + Vamps CuRed: FML5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The day started simple enough. I woke up at 6:30, got dressed, put on eye-liner, packed my backpack and was able to get out of the house before any of my family was even up. I skipped breakfast, but thats per usual.
The second I stepped out of the house, I knew today would be hell. There was a blizzard of snow and a wind chill of what seemed to be negative twenty degrees . celsius. I turned back to grab my jacket, but the front door to our stupid little house was locked. The air pierced through my clothes and down into my very center, making me shiver.
I sat there staring at my door in disbelief.
After ten minutes, I decide that even the most hateful Gothic stare I give the door, it still isnt going to open. So I start heading towards the bus stop, growling as I notice that Im starting to lose feeling in more than just my soul.
I waited at the bus stop f
South Park Goth DrabblesSouth Park Goth Drabbles5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Henrietta just managed to finish the final word of her poem when odd noises began seeping in from her closet. She glanced down at the Kindergoth, who had fallen asleep some time ago. "Shh!! You'll wake him up!"
The Red Goth always hated it when Stan Marsh walked by. He would be the first to notice, then Kinder, then Henrietta... then Curly.
The Red Goth hated it when the Curly Goth noticed Stan. He hated it when any of them noticed Stan, really, but he hated it the most when the tallest of their group noticed. Because that was when Stan really got noticed.
"The Bible says that homosexuals will never enter the Kingdom of God..." The boy had hair that was as curly as his, and his thumb in his mouth made him seem as if he was mumbling.
Curly tsked and wrapped an arm around Red's waist. "His loss."
CuRed: 'The Cuddle Fic'Chapter 1CuRed: 'The Cuddle Fic'4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The Red Goth brought his cup to his lips, taking a small sip before setting it on the table again. He could feel Evan's eyes running over his body. "What is it?"
"How come you never want to kiss?"
The younger boy's face flushed and he turned towards the coffee table before him. "It's so conformist! All that fake affection isn't what we're about ."
The Tall Goth was quiet for a minute, sulking.
Dylan sighed heavily and continued, "Oh, come on . It's lame. Cuddling, hugging and kisses goodbye, are for clingy and whiney conformists."
Suddenly, Dylan found himself in a tight hug, his face pressed against his boyfriends chest. "This is conformist?" His abrupt attacker asked.
Head spinning, he managed to push away. "Yes! God." But he was pulled back in, this time to a kiss. He almost fell into it, he almost completely melted, which would have allowed him to bend this once . However, Henrietta returned to her room, just in time.
"What are you two doing?!"
CuRed : Silence" Well, whatever it is, I'm still always here for ya and if you wanna talk about, my heart always listen's to my friends voices."CuRed : Silence4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He was always the loud one in the group, interrupting people and speaking over them. Looking back now, I can see where he might have only been that way so that people couldn't scorn him. He'd tell them that they were conformist assholes, that they didn't know what real pain was, that they had no grasp of the sad reality that was their life.
Yeah, looking back, I can tell that he was protecting himself, his heart. He had such a frail soul that when Stan left our group, all those years ago, he cried. I don't think he noticed me watching him, but I was.
I wanted to be his stronghold Something to protect him from the harshness of the world and to support him, especially at his weakest.
Some protector I turned out to be.
I feel a hand on my shoulder and I look up from where I'm kneeling. Henrietta nods down to me, a single te
GnV Kidnapping Adventure Ch2Chapter Two: PossibilitiesGnV Kidnapping Adventure Ch25 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Henrietta was pushing her car to its maximum.
They shut his phone off. The Curly Goth growled, throwing his phone to the ground roughly.
Dont break it! He might escape and try to call us! Georgie warned loudly from the backseat. Everyone in the car was panicking, scared that this might be the Vampires' version of revenge.
One of Makowskis group said that that Evan looked back down at his phone, grimacing, That Dylan was really his .
What the fuck is that supposed to mean?! Henrietta ran over a corner as she was turning. The grey clouds in the sky were making it hard to see anything, much less see anything while going 60 over a sharp turn.
Jesus, Rietta! We cant save him if our car is tipped!!
Mike felt as if he was going to throw up he needed to distract himself from the attempted screams and pounding from the
-:Bully:- You're gone-:Bully:- You're gone6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Well.... You're gone, there is no denying that.
I no longer have a tormentor; poking me, teasing me, telling me what a loser I am.
I no longer have to think of all the lame come-backs, the feeble attempts to make you stop.
I no longer have to live through your mean stares, kicks or punches.
I no longer have to pretend that you are my friend, just so I can have one.
I no longer have to make you take your meds to keep you above water, or do your homework so you won't fail.
I no longer have to convince classmates that I actually don't like-like you.
Nope, you are gone.
And now I can sit in my room alone. With no tormentor, no insultor, no abuser, no fake-friend, no person to take care of, no person to "not like".
So why do I wish you were still here?
Rape In FictionAuthor's side note: Rape is immoral and wrong. If anyone disagrees with this, get off the internet and stay in a cave, away from society forever. You don't belong here and you don't deserve to be here. Don't talk to me, don't watch my page, ignore me in every way possible. I like to pretend people like you don't exist anywhere but tied down in torture chambers and horrible prisons.Rape In Fiction4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
However, the real reason I'm writing this is because many writers and artists that I know and respect have jumped on a fetish bandwagon. Now there's an interesting trend in fiction, whether it's fan fiction or original, that's making me sick and has for years.
RAPE IN FICTION
I like to believe that people who write about rape or draw it have never met anyone who has been truly raped. They've been desensitized (in whatever way that may be) and are viewing the whole thing from the Rapist's perspective, not the one who's being raped. It's cold and disgusting.
That's the first thing I want
Blehs present- Polaroid PicsThe Non-Conformist Polaroid PicturesBlehs present- Polaroid Pics5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
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A tall, dark figure of a man waited silently across the street from a shitty-looking apartment building. He inhaled deeply from his cigarette, then passively flicked the ashes to the ground. He never once took his eyes off the door, even as the snow started pick up and cars came by less and less.
Eventually, the door opened and a skinny teen pushed his way out of the snow bank and into his car. Bundled completely in black, he seemed to contrast the white snow completely. It was like coal against bleached cotton, and was enough to make the man across the street smirk.
By the time the boy had managed to scrape off all his windows and push his car out of the snow that had gotten around it, two cigarettes had been smoked and thrown to the ground. As the rusted red car drove away, the man started to make his way across the street.
He opened the door, walked down the hall, walked up the stairs, walked to another door, ran his hand over th
South Park: CravingSouth Park: Craving5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Ethan had known Henrietta for years. He couldnt remember when or how theyd met, but ever since he could remember, shed been by his side. After a couple years of just the two of them, theyd let Dylan join them. He was an odd, shy kid, with pockmarks all over his face, and his hair looked like he'd cut it himself after getting a hold of some kitchen scissors. Theyd taken pity on him and fixed him up a bit, showing him how to dress, what music to listen to, and convincing him he shouldnt give a fuck what the conformists think. A few years after that, Logan had joined. Hed come to his very first day of kindergarten wearing all black, some lipstick, and sporting an emo haircut.
Now, Ethan was in Grade 12 along with Henrietta. Dylan was only a year behind them, and Logan was starting Grade 9. Granted, Ethan, Henrietta and Dylan should have graduated by now, but only conformists went to class on a regular basis. Many years had gone by, and
Sp Goths x Eyeliner xPeople are going to start calling me Goth, instead of That creepy spoiled brat. Because thats how I will prefer it. Im going to be friends with that other Goth kid, that will sit alone until I talk to him.Sp Goths x Eyeliner x5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He wont talk to me at first, because that would be conformist, but he will eventually. When he sees that I wont be the same as all the other conformists, that I will have changed. And I WILL have changed. Not changed my personality, as that will already be perfect for a Goth kid. Ill only have to change my clothes and sit with him for a while.
Ill try and talk to him a couple of times before he answers, though. Ill say non-conformist things until he realizes that were not so different. And Ill offer him a cigarette. Hell take that quickly, because his parents will take cigs away from him whenever they find him with them. And I will know this because I will follow him every where. Ill really, really want to