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The asphalt meets the balls of your feet with hard slaps as you sprint to the cemetery, the stolen spell book writhing against your chest. And yet, no matter the value in your now saved soul, how well Thackery’s plan was executed, the guilt within your heart swells with every step. You’ll never admit to anyone that the Sanderson Brothers grew on you, that you found some sick enjoyment being around them. Such a notion causes for your stride to falter more than a few times, and you never stop looking back with misplaced hope. This is for the town’s sake, you tell yourself, and push harder forward. This is for the town’s

    "Sebastian! Where is she?" Ciel stood in the doorway to what used to be your room.    "Young Master, I have searched every corner of the perimeter. She is not here." Sebastian bowed slightly to Ciel. "All of her belongings are gone to."    Ciel sat down on a chair. "I see. So she left? That is a shame.. Well, she'll turn up eventually. For now, we must continue on with the plan."    "Yes..young master.." Sebastian left the room, still trying to figure out where you had gone. He wandered aimlessly around the endless halls of the manor, ignoring everyone and everything, trying to keep from losing his composure. He had lost you, the on

"I'm sorry I got carried away and -" "It's okay." You told Dick for the ten-billionth time. He worried far too often for your well-being - although he actually had a reason this time you supposed... I mean... for breaking your arm during training and all. He had been quite apologetic the entire weekend. He had presented you with endless assortments of presents which included, stuffed animals, edible arrangements, sorry notes, fruit baskets, and anything else he could think of. By Monday you had an entire room filled with gifts that have still yet to be unwrapped because he kept giving you something every-time you turned to look at him! It wa

(Name) had been here for just over a month, ‘here’ being the army’s camp. She had snuck out of the home Gilbert had so kindly offered to her, to find him, “but that’s what friends are meant to do,” was what she told herself. Fooled herself more like, risking your life for someone who thought of you as a measly ‘friend’ isn’t something I would permit. She was stupid, like the heroines from fairy-tales, the ones you want to ask…’how on earth did you manage to fall down a rabbit hole.’ Or even, ‘yes, taking a bite-of the apple a strange woman offered you is in all wa

Smile [Toffee x Reader] --- At a young age,you were disgusted at the declamation of your family to hate and eliminate all monsters of Mewni.You saw it as "unfair and straight up cruel"to the other species. This led you to run away,though only half way far from your home. However,along the way,you stumbled upon a severely injured,humanoid lizard man.Taking huge pity on him,you secretly brought him back to your room in the castle and treated his injuries.This act of kindness made the monster grow fond of you. From that time on,he would secretly meet up with you in the garden just below the balcony of your bedroom,and you two became close fr

Her Chamber Of Secrets Chapter I: Potions N' Stuff Potions class...man did you love potions class. You enjoyed following recipes, mixing ingredients, and frankly you were really good at it. Then there was Professor Snape, you admired him. It's a shame that he isn't attractive or you'd have a full fledged crush on the guy. You were lost in one of his lectures when a knock on the wall pulled you from your trance. You turned around only to see a certain fair-haired Slytherin standing in the door way. "Ah, Mister Malfoy, it's nice to see you've finally arrived to class. Why don't you take a seat over there next to Miss (l/n)." He gestured his p

Mother Dearest - Cicero x Reader {chapter I} (Reader's personality/story is loosely based off my Skyrim OC Sithia.) ✖----✖----✖Chapter 1: Child of Darkness Growing up was onerous in Cyrodiil, Bravil, especially as an orphan child that nobody cared about. The head mistress of the orphanage was a cruel unforgiving hag but nobody ever saw it other than you. You were treated divergently from the other urchins. Maybe, it was because you were different than the others. Not by appearance, but simply in who you were as a person. You were given over to the orphanage by your parents when you were a baby. There was always somethin

Mother Dearest - Cicero x Reader {chapter I} (Reader's personality/story is loosely based off my Skyrim OC Sithia.) ✖----✖----✖Chapter 1: Child of Darkness Growing up was onerous in Cyrodiil, Bravil, especially as an orphan child that nobody cared about. The head mistress of the orphanage was a cruel unforgiving hag but nobody ever saw it other than you. You were treated divergently from the other urchins. Maybe, it was because you were different than the others. Not by appearance, but simply in who you were as a person. You were given over to the orphanage by your parents when you were a baby. There was always somethin

Before we start, I have no clue what to label this as. It just border lines sexual themes! So I do want to give a little warning, so forgive me, I know there are so many young'uns out there on dA and I want to keep it safe for them. Anyway, I'm going to stop talking now... -X- A cruel smirk crossed the pale boy's lips as he watched the agony and pain cross your face in a flash. It was delicious to him, to hear your pitiful whines and the desperate moans of pain you gave as his hands roughly grabbed at your hair. Your heart was pounding roughly in your chest, your lips were aching and somewhat bruised, but he still kept suckling away on the

~Note: Reader-chan is around 10-11~ You were a Borrower: a tiny person who lived in the homes of the "Big People" and borrowed things that were meaningless to them to survive. Fortunately, nothing was too big nor too heavy for you to carry, thanks to a little magic. But even so, you were still a child and thus you were a bit timid around the "Big People". What if the one who owns this house saw you and realized what you were doing? Would they kick you out? Step on you like an ant? "Damn it..where did I put that tack?" Your [e/c] eyes widened in horror. You always managed to get back to the mouse hole that was your home without him seeing

The first time he saw you, was in his art class at the college. You were one of the suppose models the students would be drawing to practice sketching the human body. You were shy and nervous shaking and fidgeting a little as you held your stance while stripped down to nothing but your undergarments. It was your luck that the teacher felt it would be uncomfortable for you to be nude in front of his class especially since most of them were males. You were only there for the day as the original model had cancelled because of a friend’s wedding he had to attend. He tilted his head as he stared at you with his tired eyes, amazed by your bo

  The rest of the day went on normally. School was let out for the day, and you and Nigel went back to the tree house Nigel's team resided in. Strangely an operative walked over to you and Nigel and said " Numbah 362 has requested a talk PRIVATLEY with Miss _______." "Did she actually say it like that?" Nigel asked tightening his grip on your hand. "Sir Yes Sir, she did!" The operative says. Nigel sighs and let's go of your hand. "Fine but make it quick!" Nigel says and walks away.  The operative led you to Numbah 362 and left the room. "So your the girl My Boy has been talking about , eh?" She asks cocking her eyebrow. "That depends on who

Creepypasta for Dummies: Creating a Hybrid Creepypasta OC Greeting and salutations, fellow Pastanians. Today we’ll be looking into creating an interesting type of creepypasta OC which you’ve probably run into before, even if you didn’t know it: the “hybrid” model of OC. “What is a hybrid?”, I’m sure you’re wondering. Well, a hybrid is essentially an OC which blends elements from several different types of character templates. In recognition of the fact that ~InvaderIka (https://www.deviantart.com/invaderika) gave me the inspiration for this guide and ideas for the content, we’ll use a hybrid character of hers in the

You don’t remember the real reason you signed up for volunteering as a counselor at Camp Skaia--you aren’t particularly good with children and you don’t really like the outdoors. Probably for the volunteer hours, originally. You went through the ordeal of papers and driving and then they made you pick a camp name, which seemed to have been designed to be as stupid and cringe-inducing as possible. (You're "Harry Potter". Go fucking figure.) And after all that codswallop was done, you had hoped that you would get assigned to a teenage cabin, so you would have as little work to do as possible. But no, you ended up with the eig

"Oh for God's sake this is the third time this week!" "What...seems to be the problem, [y/n]?" You snapped your head over to see Henry's concerned expression. He was drawing another panel for the next episode of Bendy's show when he heard your shouts of frustration. "The problem is that somebody keeps eating my damn chocolate bars!" You growled, lifting up the empty wrapper of what was suppose to be your snack for break time. "And I literally just got up to go to the bathroom!" "Oh...that's not good," Henry muttered. "Yeah it's not because this is the only thing I ever eat at work." Tossing the wrapper in the trash, you huffed in irritat