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Male!Reader x Santa x 2Male!ReaderHahhaaaa.... :icondrunkplz:
I Saw (1Name) Kissing Santa Claus
(2Name) woke up in the middle of the night. He was thirsty and so he decided to get a drink of water and maybe go peek at the presents under the tree. Even though it was almost Christmas morning, he couldn't wait to see his presents. There was one small box that looked like a (fav small thing/toy).
Then (2Name) noticed that (1Name) was out of bed too. He must not have been able to wait for his presents either.
(2name) thought that he would surprise (1Name). Maybe even sneak up behind him and tickle him. That always made (1Name) laugh.
(2Name) crept silently down the stairs and into the living room. There was the tree, with its bright Christmas lights, and the presents, heaped up together, and the mistletoe hanging from the ceiling, and (1Name). Kissing someone.
(2Name) was so angry, he picked up the nearby T.V. remote from a table and threw it towards (1Name), barely missing him.
The Little Angel That Fell From Heaven EJxA!ReaderA soft breeze brushed through the air, rattling the early crisp Autumn leaves that decorated the branches on trees all around the field of large towering towers of bark. Red, brown, and orange-yellow leaves adorn not only the trees, but the twig-riddled dirt ground. Due to the lack of leaves on the clutter of trees, more sunlight was able to pour into the usually dark crowd of trees. It was truly a precious sight. So was the fluffy silk white clouds that floated lazily across the blue sky, once in a while blocking the Sun's rays from shining, dimming the Earth's surface.
The crunching the dead leaves echoed around the usual eerie forest, breaking the silence. A dark figure trudged passed the lanky trees, stepping over fallen branches and hopping over holes and slopes. He was swift and graceful with each step and leap, easily dodging the intacted arms the bark towers had. He knew this forest like the back of his grey hand.
Eventually, he made it to a part where the trees were more sprea
Jane x Fem!Reader:COMM:- World War TickleWARNING: Yuri. Fluffy Yuri. Don’t like don’t read.
“Jane! Ah! Stop that, it tickles!” You flinched back as Jane’s petite pale fingers jabbed at your side, causing a small giggle to leave your lips. She pulled her black lips up into a smirk.
You were sitting on your couch reading a story on your tablet when your Creepypasta friend decided to stop by. After catching up and had lunch, she decided to stay for a while since she had nothing better to do. You went back to reading and she watched T.V beside you, scowling when the News showed another murder from the man Jane hates the most. After getting pretty deep into your book, you began to feel jabbing at your side. That is where we’re at now.
“Ticklish huh, sweetheart?” She teased. She always gave you nicknames like that, but you never thought much about it. You bit your tongue holding back another giggle and sm
Freaks"There is many ways to get hurt. Whether it be tripping over that back pack by that girls desk, or accidentally burning yourself on that steaming hot cup of coffee. Maybe even by the words your being called everyday."
When I was a kid, I was known as the shy girl. You had to come to me if you wanted to be my friend. I was too afraid to make friends on my own. I was paranoid about what would happen if I said the wrong thing or if you didn't want to be my friend. No, I didn't become this way by negative experience. It was just how I was growing up. I like to blame it on how my parents would always warn me about how cruel the world could be. It was only a rare moment when something good about the world was told to me. My parents grew up with rough lives, either being poor or living with a harsh family. Because of that, they were only showed the negative things in the world, and since that's all they had to show, that's what there children grew up learning. My parents never b
BEN Drowned x Reader:COMM: My Guardian Angel(Hair L/C)= Hair Length and color
(Name)= Insert your name here
(E/C)= Eye color
(F/F)= Favorite Food
(F/D)= Favorite Drink
(F/C)= Favorite Color
(Bully)= Bully's name
(2nd Bully)= second bully's name
You were currently walking down the cracked pavement to your home, plucking spit wads from your (Hair L/C) hair. You see, you weren't the most popular student in school. Far from it. Let's just say, the other students and you weren't the best of companions. You don't know why they decided to target you of all people. You were sweet, caring, and respected others. But you only got tormented in return for your kind actions.
You sighed, approaching the steps up to your front door and coming into the warmth and comfort of your home.
"I'm home!" You called, taking off your shoes and jacket.
"I'm in the kitchen!" You heard your older sister holler from the kitchen. You made your way there, pulling one last spit wad out of your hair and tossing it near the trash can as you passed it. Neffy was
It's Not My FaultIt's not my fault I'm sensitive
I have been ruined by people
It's not my fault I get uncomfortable around strangers
I have a reason to be
It's not my fault I get paranoid easily
Do you know what my past is like?
It's not my fault I avoid the things society does
I can't do anything right anyways
It's not my fault I am not like you
I was born different
It's not my fault
It's no ones.
Among the BonesOf a graveyard mismatched piles of bones,
upturned dirt offer little solace for forgotten
no markers told of where they lay.
Silent burials happened there.
Not a word said as the dirt poured in the grave
of mismatched bones and broken skin.
For among the bones tales of woe sing out
sorrow for the lost moments and forgotten love
no one visits their graves in the forest.
Soft crying as they buried the past
quiet promises never to forget and please forgive
for it will never happen again they swear.
Yet the shallow graves all around,
speak a different story of hurt and pain
with mismatched bones sealing it away.
Unheard souls lay without peace,
waiting for the great one to call their name
among the bones they cry, always and forever.
disintegrationmy teeth are cracking:
i dream of enamel-kissed
spiders, their limbs trailing
the contours of my gums;
from nails, ungerminated
and rotten, desecrating
my digits; i dream
puddles of my own hair
the erosion of my flesh,
of my organs;
my resolve, too,
My townThere are so many towns but
This town is different
This town lays isolated
in a lifeless landscape
In this town wind doesn't blow,
Lightning doesn't flash,
And thunders aren't scaring,
they sound recognizable
to all citizens.
Sadism.She sleeps with a knife
Next to her right,
As she falls asleep
To her day dream...
So carefully she drags
The thin metal
Against your hot neck,
Not letting go
Until the blood has drained,
And your skin
Is as ice frozen as her heart
The blade shines brightest as
Sits upon her tasteful tongue,
Now blood red
She sleeps with a smile
With her blade nearby,
As she slips into slumber
After her dream has lived
Zalgo: Rend the VeilZalgo: Rend the Veil
Candlelit inferno, wretched, wasted, and wracked
A hole in the void burns two shades beyond black
The illusion is gone, look upon truth and weep
Line up for the slaughter, all brainless sheep
Torn eyes drip eldritch ichor, vile humours
There is no antidote for the poison, no cures
Ink of sanity’s ruin, this purest of the primal fears
The seven mouths speaking what no one hears
Unknown fates for all, an eternity in the rift
This sacred insanity, madness is his holy gift
And as the last mouth sings the song we waited for
What wonders beyond the veil will be in store?
I'm The Queen
Graveyards, suicides, & Halloween
they belong to my kingdom
because I'm the only queen.
I'm the queen of the darkness
believe what you read
this is not a baseless.
Blades are my companies
you may call it creepy
French may call it "manies".
I appear in your nightmare
covered with dark tattoos
you must worry & take care.
Razors are my comets & stars
they fall to sketch scars.
The scars drew maps on my arm
so I don't care to any harm.
Corruption OverloadFinally I have been freed from everything
that makes me human
Finally, I don't resists
I don't remind
others about themselves
Kick me in the head
I don't believe it helps
but you want to do it anyways
So kick me in the head
You have corrupted all my files...
Finally I have escaped from all the things
that made me human
I can do things without
Kill and slaughter
Until they see what I have become
and lock me up
So I won't
harm them again
Day of DemonsPeople walk peacefully down the streets
A loud murmur of talking is the soundtrack
They hurriedly move towards their destinations
Uncaring about those around them
Unknown to those hurrying people
Claws begin to poke out of the ground
Behind those claws come a hand, then an arm
Then comes the ugly head of the body
Out comes the first demon
A dastardly looking black creature
With joy, the demon comes behind a woman
Carefully, his long yellow claws reach for her shoulder
Annoyed, the woman turns around
But the sight of the demon freezes her anger
The blood drains from her face as fear overtakes her
She lets loose a bloodcurdling scream
Fueling the demons rising from the ground
One by one the rest of the humans notice them
Sending each of them into a panic
The demons happily chase after the people
Like a cat after a mouse
The reverberating screams are cut off
One by one as the chaos continues
The survivors hide where they can
As the demons run around the street
Occasionally slipping in red
Rulers of the ForestDark and misty
Kind of trippy
feel the cold breeze
A shiver a fear
You sense something near
A giggle, a cackle
Watching your every move
Every step, every groove
Only a small bit of light
Unfortunately its no bright
Their sharpening their weapons
ready to have some fun
For you are it
They'll chop you to bits
Eat your organs
Tie you up
Leaving you hanging
Your life is diminishing
No more happiness
here in the forest
For you have just met
The Rulers of this Dark Forest.
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