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Adventures In New Ventopia: ACT II SNEAK PEAK
Ben, Sylar, and the hooded woman walked down the streets of New Dome City, Sylar led the other two along, until she stopped and pointed to a sign of a building.
“P.I.E?” Asked Ben. “You brought us all the way here for a bakery? ..I’m game!”
“It’s not a bakery you idiot!” Said Sylar, fixing her glasses. “It’s an acronym for Paranormal Investigators Extraordinaire.”
“Ugh, I thought we were here for something cool” Said Ben stepping up to the door. “Well, time to introduce ourselves.”
Ben stepped into the building, it had the interior of a simple apartment, however the walls had many photographs and writing them of a lot of people, or ‘paranormal entities’.
A man in a hooded sweatshirt came to greet them. “Ah, you must be our partners that Sylar was talking about.” He said, shaking the hands of Ben and the Hooded woman. “My name is Johnny Ghost, and this is my partner, J
A Fallout Tale AU: Thanks For The Movie
A Fallout Tale AU
Thanks For The Movie
Cywren sat in the classroom, hurriedly taking notes, she shut her book and walked up to the teachers desk to hand in her slip. “Here you go Professor Delacroix!” She said putting it on the table and running off out of the classroom “Bye Cywren.” Said the Professor, half asleep.
Cywren walked through the park next to her university, looking for Eliza who said she’ll meet up with her there. After a minute of inspection, Cywren spotted her playing fetch with Quasar.
“Hey Eliza!” She said running over. “It’s about time you got here, Cywren.” Replied Eliza, handing Cywren Quasar’s lead.
“Thanks for looking after him today, listen, I’d love to stay but I've gotta do some things.” Said Cywren.
“Sure th-“ “HEY, CYWREN!” Came a voice, cutting off Eliza. Timebomb came running to Cywren and Eliza.
“Hey, Timebomb. What’s up?” Said Cywr
Eliza Aravyre and Sarah Lyons
So there's a new follower for Cywren! Her names' Sarah and people have been saying she could be a descendent of the Skaal Village, I don't really oppose this at all, and I like the idea of her being related to Eliza. Though in the Fallout universe I doubt they'd know about their blood relation, In the Fallout AU I'd like them to be first cousins though.
Backstory About Eliza
-She was born in Vault 55 and at the age of 9 experienced a traumatic event where her best friend (unnamed) was eaten by feral ghouls outside the vault. This results in her despising them to this day.
After she witnessed her friend die, she ran off into the wastelands in pursuit from ghouls, each and every day, fending for her life, almost every person who ended up having pity for the girl while she traversed the wastelands would end up being killed or stolen from. Eliza had learnt to scavenge at the young age of ten, One day she came across the abandoned Vault 13 and she lived there for many years, stealing, training herself and fighting other raiders, As she grew, she became ever so more dangerous. One day when she was 21 a very large group came across Vault 13 and got into a large fire-fight with her, this ended up in many casualties, and Eliza having to give up the vault by retreating elsewhere with severe wounds.
She spent the next six years travelling east a
A Fallout Tale - Go Get 'Em, Timebomb
"So I just... take it?"
"Yeah! Just go, trust me."
"Are you sure? It seems really jerkish to just interrupt her reading"
"Trust me, Timebomb, I know all about this stuff, girls love jerks!"
"Well, how do you know?"
"I'm a girl...?"
"Oh, good point" Said Timebomb, putting a bag of bottlecaps in Eliza's hand
"Thanks, bud. Now, go get 'em." She said pushing him off towards where Cywren was sitting, reading a book.
"Idiot" snickered Eliza.
A Fallout Tale: The DreamImages flash before Cywren’s eyes, each and everyone of them to fast and blurry for her to comprehend, catching glimpses of Red hair like her own and a somewhat familiar face every now and then, she then awoke with a jump, she looked around quickly to see she was still at the camp, Quasar was looking at her sideways, confused.
Eliza, hearing the commotion turned around from the desert and looked at Cywren. “Bad dream?” She asked. “N-no, I don’t think so.. I saw someone’s face, she looked kinda like me..” After a moment of silence and Quasars whining she spoke again. “It was probably nothing..” She said in a sigh and lied down again.
“Yeah… You’re probably right.” Said Eliza quietly, turning around and sitting down.
Eliza's Story (Well, some of it)
So to begin with, I'm going to state that I have no proper backstory for Eliza just yet, besides that she's a descendant of Skaal Village. And I am open for suggestions!
But I do have her post story.
So we all know that Fallout Tale will end, as Skyrim Tale did. So after Cywren finishes adventuring/finding her dad ect. What will become of Eliza? Well after sticking around for about a year or two about 3-4 years after A Fallout Tale, Eliza is now adventuring around the wastelands by herself, having traveled to the wastes of the state Nevada, she gets a job as a courier, sending help packages and other things to people from their friends and families. One day she gets a job to deliver a strange package, and on her way to her reciver, she is kidnapped, beaten, and caught by a man named 'Benny' (NOT ME) and his lackeys, he steals the package and shoots Eliza in the head.
She wakes up in a strange room, to be greeted by an old man who says he's a doctor.
This is where Fallout New Vega
Fable II - Prologue
Sparrow felt extremely dizzy, unable to comprehend what just happened, however, when he came to, he was greeted with a barrel of a gun aimed at him and a wall painted with blood, before he could move, the familiar sound of a gunshot went off again and Sparrow felt himself stumbling back and the world beginning to fade into darkness, just before he blacked out he felt himself plummeting down with sharp pains in his back, then everything went black.
Vahl And The Crucible Tournament Chapter 16
Vahl And The Crucible Tournament
Lydia was sitting in her seat, in the audience, nursing her leg. She had just witnessed a young boy get murdered by another fighter, and when it had happened, over the loud cheers of the audience, she saw a woman screaming and crying a few seats from her. The woman got up and ran out of the spectating area, her hands clutching her eyes. Lydia, however was unmoved by this, she knew these kinds of things were going to happen, and she knew people’s lives were going to be cut short, some people would do anything for wealth, or glory, even if it meant ruining the lives of others.
after letting out a very frustrated sigh, Lydia got up, and went after the woman, using a cane to keep herself steady.
Yandere!Levi x Reader |Notes| AUA/N: It is creepy at times.
You always thought that nobody liked you. No, not in a depressing sort of way - just that nobody had a "crush", or any romantic feelings for you. It didn't really bother you, you didn't need a man's attention. That's why you felt genuinely surprised when you saw a piece of paper on your desk.
It was an average day at school, nothing more, nothing less. The bell rang, signaling class was about to start, and that's when you noticed the slip of paper that managed to find your desk. Thinking that maybe one of your friends left you a note, you opened it was low expectations. Boy, did your eyes widen when you read the contents.
Your hair looks absolutely gorgeous, as do you.
Letting out a shaky laugh, you figured that it was probably just a prank. People liked to sadistically deceive one another all the time, right? The bait was set, but there was no way you'd snap at it for a cheap laugh. Ignoring that note, you just stuffed it in your backpack, and carr
Secret Admirer V [Yandere!Levi x Blind!Reader]
[Warning: Themes of kidnapping and Stockholm's syndrome]
Click. Click. Click.
The familiar footsteps immediately diminished your drowsiness. You jolted from your pillow, directing your body towards the sounds and curled your knees to your chest. Though the sound of the iron grating against the bricks normally made anyone sick, you were used to it. In fact, you found it comforting. It signaled that the only person in your life, your captor, your mysterious lover, your secret admirer, approached you. As his steps halted at the edge of your bed, you shyly held out your hands, questioning his whereabouts. You couldn’t hide your smile as the warmth of his calloused hands encircled your frigid fingers, and his weight shifted you a little closer to him. After cradling the back of your head in his palm, he pulled you into a slow, sultry kiss. At first, you thought of this term of affection as intrusive. It invaded your space physically, emotionally and mentally. But, overtime, you loved
Is Creepypasta Ruined? (Short Rant) I'm not sure if people are going to listen to me,but...
many people complain how creepypasta fandom is AWFUL
✔how ocs ruin the fandom
✔how yaoi/porn ruin the fandom
✔how fangirls ruin the fandom
✔how the stabbing accident is related to all of us.
I am kind of tired of listening how people whine
that they want old creepypasta back.
Sad thing that,
they blame people
who do what they enjoy,
ART is not going to ruin stories
▪nor your be hated fangirls
Just leave the talented artists alone.
stop bullying every living creature just to please yourself.
You cannot take old creepypasta back.
Nor you ever be able to complain to every pasta fan.
Our fandom is not ruined,
Everyday this fandom joins thousands of people.
We are not dying.
we grow up every day. ❤️
Secret Admirer VII [Yandere!Levi x Blind!Reader]
[Warning: themes of kidnapping, Stockholm’s syndrome and sexual elements]
“Say it again. Say my name.”
As Levi latched his lips around the tender spot beneath your ear, you complied, squeezing your eyes shut. He lightly tugged at the cloth concealing your shoulders, sucking hard down the contour of your neck and leaving purple indentions along the way. His name rolled from your lips in weak moans. As he pulled himself away from his assault on your neck with a low gasp, his slender fingers slipped through the first loop connecting your shirt, his knuckles brushing against the concealed flesh. Your cheeks tinged red.
“Again,” he said, compressing the button between his thumb and knuckle. “Louder.”
Heart racing, you muttered his name once more. Unsatisfied with this result, he unfastened the buttons of your shirt. A little part of you still tried to pull you away, to keep you from this madness, but his touch was so intoxicating. Despit
Melodies (Yandere!Erwin x Singer!Reader) [AU]
The lights are dim, and the air is cold, a faint smell of lavender wafting about. The relaxed ambiance makes the bar popular with customers, their chatters heard over the music playing in the background.
You step up onto the stage, and the music stops, voices lowering in volume, and the spotlights shine on you. Heads turn, eager to listen to your performance, and you promptly sat on a stool, positioned in front of the microphone.
You look behind your shoulder, relief flooding through your veins as you see the copper-haired figure — Jean — shooting you a grin, a guitar resting against his form. You once again direct your attention to the audience, your eyes fluttering closed as you hold your breath, waiting for the guitar to start playing out its rhythm. You finally opened your mouth and began to sing, the melody filling your ears, a subtle smile playing on your lips.
♪ Love is so different here,
Secret Admirer VI [Yandere!Levi x Blind!Reader]
[Warning: themes of kidnapping and Stockholm’s syndrome]
“My name is Levi...”
The words repeated in his mind over and over again. As he gripped the iron bars harder than ever before, the frigidness of the metal cut into his skin. He watched you with an aching heart as you twisted and tangled yourself in the covers. Tears rolled down your temples, down the contours of your face. Face contorting to a grimace, you whined incoherently, too exhausted to fully express your worries and feelings into full sentences. The only words you were able to whimper were,
“Levi-! Why! Where-? Please...,” all in between choked sobs.
He thought about your reaction when he finally revealed the truth to you; beating his chest, demanding every possible answer for your current state, hisses and curses. He couldn’t blame you. He let it happen. Once originally a trusted friend, he became a criminal, stealing one of the most sacred human rights from you. Even worse, what made h
Bite of '87"CREEEEAAAAAAKKKKK"
The year was 1987, and a recently added attraction at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza was developing a lot of popularity. The show featured, obviously, a pirate's theme, and the star was a red fox animatronic, cleverly titled "Foxy." The children already adoring the pizza place's animatronics instantly fell in love with it.
However, parents felt another perspective on the fox. His mouth made a constant creaking sound whenever he spoke, and he made such haphazard movements that the hook on his hand would tend to swing dangerously close to the children watching.
It was too bad that the show was shut down so soon after it started.
The cause was a child asking her dad to take pictures of her with Foxy during the show. Nobody had really noticed how much the animatronic's creaking had intensified that day. There had also been the rumors going around about the animatronics being alive, with personalities and thoughts.
But more importantly, nobody really noticed how much Foxy glared
Eyeless Jack X Victim!Reader (Oneshot)
Your eyes widened at the headline of your local news channel. ANOTHER (CITY NAME) TEEN WAKES UP MISSING A KIDNEY. You covered your mouth in disgust and fear as the news reporter went into detail about the poor boy who was now in the hospital. He was going to be okay, but the mere thought of someone out there taking peoples’ kidneys in your town was too much to handle.
You turned off the television and threw the remote next to you on the couch. You couldn’t take it anymore. It was like a horror movie about a psychotic maniac in your hometown, only this was all too real. You got up and doubled checked that all the doors and windows were locked. You went to your room, and after closing the door, changed into your pajamas.
You got into your bed and snuggled under your covers, bringing the blanket up to your chin. It was no use anymore, you were always afraid now. The police had little to no leads on the kidney stealer which made everyone worry for their safety. Nobody knows wha
Corpse Mine 6
Ty bolted through the door, panting and gasping, collapsing in a corner.
He gags louder, they slowly turn to wet coughs and sputters.
The sound of sprinting foot steps is heard as Sky runs in from another corner. He quickly rushes over and kneels next to Ty, just in time to hold his hair back as the Dead Army Leader pukes.
The younger whimpered, his legs and arms shaking. Sky rubs his back in comfort as Ty wipes his mouth.
"A-Are you okay...?"
Ty looked up at the older when those words left his lips, and his eyes glistened with tears. He hugged the commander tightly, letting his tears of fear spill into Sky's shirt. He was acting much like a frightened child.
The older held him close, not minding his tears and wails. He simply stroked his hair, cooing to him to calm him down.
"I got you...."
Ty whimpered, hugging him tighter, tears still flowing down his cheeks. He couldn't help it, but he looked up, and kissed Sky fully on the lips. He pulled aw
The Mysterious Inscription Preview (SPOILERS)The Mysterious Inscription
The man in the coat grabbed the now limb arm of the other man and with great strength, threw his body into a nearby cave. The two silhouettes walked off as if nothing happened.
After a minute, Ben got from his position and ran across the clearing, despite Michaels protests from behind. He approached the cave and stood there, very confused as to what was happening, Michael ran after, seeing a shocked face as he ran up. He looked down into the cave and saw something horrifying, there were large lumps of what seemed to be spider web, almost looking like a bunch of body bags in a ditch, However among the blood and flies, near the front of the pile he saw one of the bags moving up and down slightly. He saw Ben had spotted it too, they nodded to each other and slowly approached it. Michael took a deep breath and started to rip through the web, when he found what was underneath, he was surprised to say the least.
A familiar face looked back at them, well she would h
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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