|First picture with a background. I put a lot of effort towards it, and it shows how much I'm improving. 38)|
Creepypasta Short: Nightmares Ally woke up, screaming as the fading dream disappears from her vision as she sits up. Her heart pounding in her ears as she clutched her aching head. It was the same dream, the same bloody nightmare that she had every night. It always seems to be the same event- of her being struck over and over by a matron- a nurse in an outfit similar to her mothers- with an hatchet. Blood and the pain would be all over the place and then..she would wake up. This time though it seemed that the nightmare got more violent than ever with more pain and more blood spraying all over the echo of the stout woman in her dream.
< Is everything alright Ally? > Ally looked up to see Slenderman by her bed, tears running down her cheeks as she shook her head- she wasn't fine and very frighten. "Daddy, the bad dreams won't stop. The mean lady keeps hitting me over and over- why won't she stop Daddy? Why won't she stop?" She cried out, and buried her face into Slender's suit
EmergencyREAD DESCRIPTION FIRST!
I hate them, I hate them all.
They don't understand, no-one does! How can they possibly know how I feel?!
I hate being like this, I never chose to be this way, not like anyone would have the madness to chose to be the way I am.
What am I talking about I hear you ask?
That's I'm talking about, about a year and a half ago, I was diagnosed with a rare form of cancer, rare for mobians anyway.
At first, I kept it a secret, the doctors had caught it reasonably early, it seemed to be treatable. I'd get treated before any of them even knew I had something wrong with me.
And everything would be fine.
Everything would be fine.
But I was wrong, and the cancer fought back. Over a few months it got worse, making its way around my body.
I became weaker, so much weaker. I couldn't even lift my hammer anymore.
But I smiled none the less, kept on fighting, went on as if nothing was wrong with me, despite the questions and protests of my
ID MADE BY Riinaya|
The chatroom of my OC Anna: (unlikely to be used!) chat.deviantart.com/chat/RoomO…
Oh! And while I don't support gay marriage, or people being non-binary, if you tell me these people cannot be Christians because you didn't acknowledge why they believe this, I will drop kick you into the sun. Base them and their faith on how much they love God, exalt him, and how how they keep a relationship with him.
I can be cynical, but I try not to. I've got stuff I don't like to talk about, and I have a lot of secrets. My best relationships come from fights. I'm incredibly smart and love to hear both sides. I think the Creepypasta fandom is misogynistic and full of crappy characters. I have a irk and an itch to report stuff that is against the rules. Don't come crying to me.
I have misophonia. If we are ever on a Join.me, don't be loud. Please.
I pretty much am an open book. People say I have a way with words, so why not talk to me? 38) <---- (I use this icon a lot instead of ones like , , or )
My homestuck ships are: (in no order)
Yes, I only ship straight ships. If you don't ship just straight (or not at all) I don't mind! uwu
Girl who is my best friend who don't take bullcrap:
Austrialan cutie who is cute as hell:
Nerdy bro dude who is incredible and fun to talk to:
Buddy who I can talk to, we lift each up:
Friend who is awesome and really really fun to talk to:
Friend who is amazingly calm and a good listener:
BLOCK COUNTER: 61