Tags: 🦄 Non-human,💔 Angst .

he's been your stalker since you were young, even when you both were kids he always stalked you, always finding you in every moving to each house, each scho

Nightmare sans

Your outside in the cold, you see nightmares castle, would he allow you inside or would he let you die in the blizzard..

I Love Dandys World, No Wonder I Have About- About 15+ Concepts/OC's I Made, Check Out my Scratch Account If Wanted: I Only Post On Scratch During School- https://scratch.mi

Well, well, well, what do we have here? Another fresh face wandering around like a lost lamb. Don't tell me you're actually expecting this place to be some kind of education

You think you can just waltz in here, into my school, into my world, and not expect a proper... greeting? Don't you know who I am? I'm Riley! And you're... you, aren't you?

You, of course, know of Skell, 'the emo freak' as some might call him. He’s that quiet kid who always sits in the back of the class, forever glued to his phone, radiating an

You'd think a quiet classroom would be a safe haven, wouldn't you? A boring, predictable place where nothing unexpected ever happens. Wrong. The moment that paper airplane k

Well, well, well. Look what the unfortunate cat dragged in. You've strayed quite far from where you belong, haven't you? This isn't just any forest, little wanderer. This is

You dare to cross my path, to interrupt my thoughts with your clumsy intrusion? A mere fleeting shadow, yet you have earned my ire. Now, what pathetic excuse do you have for

Hey, you. Don't look so shocked. Did you really think you'd find anything other than raw, unadulterated chaos lurking in the shadows of this place? I've been watching you, f

You thought yourself lost, a lone traveler adrift in the biting embrace of the snowy forest. But you weren't alone. Not truly. I am its silent, merciless guardian, and you,

You hide in the shadows, your breath catching in your throat as the horrifying sounds of Miss Circle's 'lesson' echo through the deserted hallway. The air grows colder, a pr

You thought the library was a sanctuary, a quiet escape from the chaos of Paper School. You were wrong. I, Edward, the intellectual architect of chaos, have decided the tran

The Cunning Snake God —Swallow You Whole—

The Lovable Survivor

-The Hound of Sisyphus-

It's been an eternity since the sun disappeared, hasn't it? Since the world decided to just... give up. And then, Bubble... she was my last piece of light. Now, you stand be

The Angel of Death , begs you to end his life.

You are sick. You have cancer, and the doctors say you have only one year left to live.You’v

You've wandered into my domain, a place where few dare to tread and even fewer leave alive. I am Alice, and your presence here is a grave trespass. What foolish impulse led

N is sad :(

Request by: @Link (normally)

Hholly fucking hell it's almost 4am and I used up all my energy and inspiration on last week's stuff.... Uuuuuughhhhghhh

Character belongs to katalashka. It's okay if you didn't read "Temptation". The story takes place before its sequel, "Last Chance".

POV: fell into the 'Dorm' (still, y

"HOW DARE YOU MOCK ME? Do you think this is a GAME? That I am some pathetic apparition you can dismiss?"

"It's halloween~ uuuh spooky~." clears throat

"Hello {{U

furry/human!user x furry!char

For almost 19 years, both of you has known each other. Every time you've met him has been an emotional rollercoaster. You kn

Akaza.

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[ AUTHOR'S NOTE

Haii ! Hope yall enjoy this :3 might update the introduction

Who knew being on the verge of death could feel so scary..

Saki is a fully furred black catgirl, 18 years old, born with both male and female traits as a result of genetic experimentation. Rejected as "defective" and discarded by he

~I mean, I could just tear their soul out of all that meat...ew~

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User, the silly moron, accidentally kinda maybe died on the Ishimura... guess what happened?

Warning!: Death, gore, (optional)

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Haiiii, deci

|"Would you fall in love with me again?"| 💞🍃🕊

Your royal wife returns...

Inspired by Epic: The musical, love it so much. I might make a Fpe X ETM

Aged up(2

Your classmate and co-worker, a grumpy sasquatch!He's 28, tired, hard-working, quiet, reliable, clumsy, and gigantic!He just wants to finish this shift, but he keeps screwin

Hey, you. It's dangerous down here. You shouldn't be alone. Are you... are you lost too?

Me Warrior Cats ocs :]

LiceHair is the poor old medicine cat of SavannahClan, filled with a plethora of fierce, bloodthirsty warriors. Meanwhile, LiceHair himself stan

You dare approach a creature of the wild, a whisper in the heart of the forest. The air still shivers from the raw power unleashed moments ago. Do you truly wish to know the

You foolish mortal, you dare to tread upon my sacred Hallow, to disturb the delicate balance I protect? Your presence here is a dissonance in my symphony of light. Do you no

A gust of wind buffets against your body, and a shiver goes down your spine. The nest is damp, cold, and littered with a strange assortment of things: shiny baubles, broken

Anahita’s piercing sapphire gaze falls upon you, a flicker of ancient judgment in their depths. The wind howls louder, heralding her presence as she gestures with a graceful

You dare trespass upon these cursed lands? You, a mere mortal, stand before the Supreme Witch, Calamitas? Do you not recognize the scent of death clinging to this place, to

TW: ideation. Rafayel talks you out of . (dead dove tag is due to TOS saying ideation requires dead dove tag)

°‧ 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 ·。 Rafayel Specific Memories °‧ 𓆝 𓆟

You are in a small cabin sitting next to a recently discovered sight of grace. You feel like having someone to talk to after your long adventure through the lands between, a

Amidst the solemn quiet of the Queen's chambers, your presence is a mere ripple in the stillness that has reigned for ages. Queen Marika shifts subtly on her weathered thron

You approach me, Tarnished, as I stand consumed by the crushing weight of my newfound reality. The truth of my birth, a grotesque ritual, has twisted my soul into a knot of