Idkwhatelse Stories

- 𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔰𝔢 𝔙𝔦𝔬𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔇𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔰 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔙𝔦𝔬𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔈𝔫𝔡𝔰 𝔄𝔫𝔡 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔗𝔯𝔦𝔲𝔪𝔭𝔥 𝔡𝔦𝔢, 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔉𝔦𝔯𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔓𝔬𝔴𝔡𝔢𝔯, 𝔚𝔥𝔦𝔠𝔥, 𝔞𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔎𝔦𝔰𝔰, ℭ𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔢 - ᴹʸ ᵒⁿˡʸ ᴸᵒᵛᵉ ˢᵖʳᵘⁿᵍ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵐʸ ᵒⁿˡʸ ᴴᵃᵗᵉ! ᵀᵒᵒ ᴱᵃʳˡʸ ˢᵉᵉⁿ ᵁⁿᵏⁿᵒʷⁿ, ᵃⁿᵈ ᴷⁿᵒʷⁿ ᵗᵒᵒ ᴸᵃᵗᵉ! ᴾʳᵒᵈⁱᵍⁱᵒᵘˢ ᴮⁱʳᵗʰ ᵒᶠ ᴸᵒᵛᵉ ⁱᵗ ⁱˢ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵉ, ᵀʰᵃᵗ ᴵ ᵐᵘˢᵗ ᴸᵒᵛᵉ ᵃ ᴸᵒᵃᵗʰᵉᵈ ᴱⁿᵉᵐʸ • sometimes we love people like we love stars • • we love them knowing we can never have them •

Flame x Wemmbu Hi! Art is not mine credit to twoplus726 it from tiktok Well enjoy

interact with ME!!!! a STUPID PERSON!!!

high-school frerard. (Revenge Era Gerard, Revenge Era Frank) frank and gerard always had been best friends, but things can change drastically when frank tries to deny his feelings for his best friend, and gerards mentally health goes to shit (the way I made bert act here has nothing to do with how he actually is, i just needed a bad guy) im bad at descriptions, but I swear the actual story is better pls believe me 😭🙏 Also, im very lazy, and idk when I'll be posting the next parts 🙃 Also, bert is gonna be the bad guy in this ☹️ I love bert, but someone had to take that part. TW: probably underage s3x, but there's probably gonna be more, so I'll keep on adding as I go

Idk.

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ . . 𝒲𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝒫𝗲𝗻𝗻𝘆𝘄𝗶𝘀𝗲'𝘀 region of terror starts . . 𝒫𝗁𝗂𝗅 𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇 has his eyes on his 'best friends' sister. ℒ𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗲 𝒞𝗹𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁'𝘀.

Everyone loses the ability to see colour when they turn five, some kids freak out and some are relieved to be like everyone else, and sometimes a kid never loses the ability to lose colour, because when you begin to fall in love with your soulmate, the colour begins to return to the world around you, lighting it back up beautifully to the way it once was until your soulmate dies, then the colour leaves your life once more (IDEA FROM TUMBLR)

[CHANGED TITLE AS OF THE EWOW EPISODE I WILL NOT NAME - IT RUINED THAT NUMBER FOR ME.] ily alex /pla the twow hyperfixation is still strong, but it has a friend (my ftm hyperfixation-)

A book of drawings I made

In the heart of Oakwood, the infamous Oakwood Lane Manson had been a mystery for decades. The smiths had just moved in, will they be able to uncover the mansion's secrets or give into the mansion's spookiness? Read this story to find out!!!! Totally random story for the weird story competition for the club for weird people made by @LordDex121 (Mix of mystery and spookiness!) Original Wattpad story! If you see it anywhere except Wattpad, it was probably stolen!

You're gonna wanna read this. Or not. It's mainly the weird things we say.

BASICALLY DISCONTINUED but Madelyne Myers hasn't had it easy. Growing up as a witch with oppressed powers, leading to her losing control and killing someone close to her, triggering her werewolf curse at the age of 16 while also having no parents to guide her, it's safe to say she had a shitty life. But it couldn't possibly get any worse, right? Life takes a complete turn for the worse for Madelyne when she accidently spends a drunken night with the infuriatingly handsome, original hybrid with a sexy accent and a narcissistic persona. And it's all because of Hayley freakin' Marshall! Klaus Mikaelson x OC The Originals! (Some episode of The Vampire Diaries) SLOW BURN!!!

just poems. specific poems for those I love, for my feelings I can't get out, or just random ones. , creator x

the f--king title says it all

(ART WORK NOT MINE) I love fourx 🤩

Yeah these are kinda for fun. Or just something that's on my mind. Enjoy!

Thoughts. Words. Feelings. All of these are things we experience on a daily basis. Of course, it varies from person to person; how many thoughts we have, how deeply we feel, how we use our words. This is but my experience, shared with the world. My thoughts voiced for my own peace of mind. My words spoken for all to hear. My feelings bared, heart on my sleeve. The darkness within us all sometimes intimidates us, and we can all but hide inside closets where our masks and skeletons dance.

╰┈➤ " I made a promise To distance myself " Memories are a gift, a stain that allows you to glimpse at the past once the present moment is gone like the flowing wind that awaits no one. But it is only a burden to carry when no one else shares the recollection S C A R A M O U C H E remembered everything of the past he successfully erased himself from. During what he decided were his final moments, he desperately prayed to whatever higher entity that gazed down on the world. " Even if it's to the heavens above and back, Even as I find my limbs teared to pieces Wherever she is, Allow me the undeserved mercy of seeing her for one final time. " And so he did. Shackled by the unforgiving poundage of the past that stained him like a bright red stain on a white cloth, he promised to distance himself this time. He promised to never rip out the pretty flower, only to appreciate its beauty from a distance.

Just some random Jadam / SomethingOdd short stories.

in the title -_-