Basically teaser/WIPs of some fanfics I'm working on and/or planning to do. Will they be completed? Who knows!!Also, drawing SQUIP as a cat gives me life and NO ONE CAN STOP ME!Contents:•SQUIP/Reader (angst, gore, generally fucked-up)•SQUIP/Reader (tooth-rotting fluff, maybe a teeeny hint of angst?)•SQUIP/Reader (or) Jeremy's SQUIP/Reader (angst)•Boyf riends (angsty angst)•Roanoke/Yawp (Hunter OC) (angst)•Roanoke/Yawp (Hunter OC) (???)•Roanoke/Yawp (Hunter OC) (angst + maybe some fluff?)…
One of the most PAINFUL things I've ever written :)Cover art by ClaudiaComics•••When you injure yourself, your SQUIP has to care for you.•••GOD THIS IS SO OLLLLLLDTHIS IS FROM, LIKE, 4-8-2018Also, never doing gender-neutral Reader again because it low-key is difficult to write for me.…
He didn't understand.He didn't understand why his pack looked down at him, staring through fearful eyes.He didn't understand why they backed away when he sat up from his catch.He didn't understand why Soft began to scream-cry.He didn't understand why Alpha suddenly pointed a loud-bang at him.He didn't understand.What had he done wrong?•••Basically, shitty L4D story with my Hunter bby, Yawp. I wrote this back on December 29th, and the cover is some random thing I did a while back.Also, if this doesn't make sense, don't worry. I wrote it from 12:50am to 2:28am on a Sunday (thank god I didn't have school).Language warning, gore, death,,, Roanoke is a zombie, this ain't sunshine and rainbows.…
Not gonna say much other than this:This will contain very serious topics. The following are possible things, but that doesn't mean that they will actually appear as I go on:|Rape||Self-harm||Suicide||Depression||Abuse||Sex||Blood||Gore|This is also going to be a L4D FanFic, if that wasn't obvious enough... It was inspired by Mark, Jack, Wade, and Bob's video playing Left For Dead 2.…
It was dark. The man didn't like it. Instead, he much preferred light, that way he could /see/ whom he was after. But, sadly, life doesn't always give you what you want. Instead, he was stuck with the dark gloom. Barely was he able to make out his own damn hand. Shaking his head in annoyance, the demon sighed before sitting down heavily. He needed a damn break....•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°• On the other side of the world, a glitching man was pacing, his lean body tense. Every so often, his acidic eyes would brighten, and wisps of neon green smoke would escape from his irises. He could sense change on its way. Now, if that was good or bad, he couldn't tell. But it was /something/. He growled softly to himself. Twitching and glitching fiercer, he gripped his hair. He needed a goddamn break!•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°• Back in the USA, but miles from the first demon, a young [h/c] girl was boredly looking up FanFiction. As her [e/c] orbs flickered over the bright screen, something caught her eye. Clicking the link, she was brought to a strange website of sorts. In front of her, the images of two widely-known YouTubers were plastered on the black background. Below, she read something along the lines of "missing", but she wasn't sure, seeing as the entire page had begun glitching. Unaware of what to do, she quickly tried closing out of the tab...…
These are short stories I write in payment for either commissions, requests, or even trades. If you are interested in any of this, I will be making a journal entry or deviation on DeviantArt listing prices.…
You were one of thirteen girls chosen to be the infamous Bill Cipher's pets. A bit of info you'll need to know first, though: Although I encourage not only female but male readers to read this, I'll be writing this with the reader being female. Now, onto your description. You are a twelve-year-old girl with (s/c), (h/l) (h/c), and (e/c) eyes that convey every emotion you feel. You're tall for your age, standing at five feet and nine inches, but you're by no means lanky. Since you hit puberty early due to Weirdmaggeddon, your body developed fast. You don't have huge breasts, so to say, but they are a decent size. Your ass, though not flat or small, is not very big. All your life, you lived on the streets. You've never known your parents or anything. At one point, you found yourself in a strange little town known as Gravity Falls in Oregon. For a summer, you stayed there and became fast friends with the Pines twins. From them, you learned more about the oddities of the place, eventually even becoming one of Dipper's trusted consoltants. After that, you left the town in search of some more strangeness, but that's when hell erupted. And that, my readers, is where this story begins. Fair warning: this story WILL contain cursing, and lemons, and quite possibly depression. Read at your own risk. -y/n: Your Name -l/n: Last Name -h/c: Hair Color -h/l: Hair Length -s/c: Skin Color / Skin Tone -e/c: Eye Color…
Once, a long time ago, there lived four great Clans. These are not the Clans you are thinking of, however. Well, they are apart of this, actually. During Bramblestar's reign, a strange cat appeared, showing that the time of the four was over. When Blazestar, a descendant of the great Lionblaze of ThunderClan came to leadership many moons later, the prophecy came true. He, leader of ThunderClan, joined with RiverClan, WindClan, and ShadowClan when Twolegs once more started to destroy the Clans' territories. So, deciding to move once more, the Clans traveled to a new land. Along the way, they found remenants of BloodClan and SkyClan. As they traveled, this group bonded. The journey took many, many moons. It saw the rise and fall of several different leaders. Finally, after years and years of traveling, the leaders of the Clans came upon the perfect territory. By now, Clan and rogue had been intertwined so much that old traditions were changed. The warrior code was no longer the same. New words and names came about.…
