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You know that right?

You are doing well and I hope you get the happiness you deserve

Awww!! Thanks anon and sorry for disappearing but I’m back for real this time ❤️❤️

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Title: Zombies can’t pull us apart

Fandom: None

Request: no

Fic type: idk yandere angst

Universe: post apocalypse

Proof read: no

Post Warnings: I made this for my class and I now I haven’t posted so please enjoy this messed up story I made for class. I hope I got all the warnings.

Warnings: Incest, yandere theme, men supremacy, topic of death, hinted self destruction

Dear diary, It’s December 1, 2056, and day one of the zombie apocalypse’s, it all happened so fast, no one saw it coming. I’m still trying to process what’s going on. Mom won’t tell me anything, she just keeps saying that everything will be fine; and it’s not a woman’s place to worry about what is supposed to be the man’s job, but I’m scared. Why do we even have to hide in this bunker?

It turns out that our bunker is connected to our neighbors, so I’ll still be able to talk to Lisa once’s we get a clear that her family isn’t infected. It’s cold in the room I’m supposed to share with my older brother. I wonder what’s going to happen if our parents die. Will I have to take over mom’s job of cooking and cleaning? I don’t think I’ll be able to make it if mom dies that day might be the breaking point for me, Nguyen seems to be loving this; I mean of course he is, he gets to stay inside and boss me around. I don’t blame him. I’m starting to enjoy being in the bunker I don’t have to pretend to be someone I’m not I just get to be myself it’s nice I like it plus I think mom is getting better way faster down here then she was when was when we had to be outside, I don’t think I want to go back outside again it’s nice to not have to hide my love for him anymore.

I’m so sorry you had to read that horrible trash I’ve been struggling to write due to writer’s block and personal issues but I’ll try to start writing again.

If you guys like this I might rewrite it completely to something in the same style just without the incest.

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Ok hear me out Yandere ghost music teacher who haunts the house he was killed in.

I might write this I’m not sure what do y’all think?

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Oh cool my blog is a year old. 🎉🥳

Sorry, I've been gone for so long. It takes a while to translate the stories. I was break for a bit and forgot to mention it, but any requests should be completed by Friday.

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The Ritual pt1

This is part 2 my other story and part one of the chapter Ritual

Part 1

Trigger warning

Kidnapping

And some other very serious triggers please don’t read this if any of the following triggers you.

Please don’t steal this or translations it. I do have this story on my Wattpad where I will do translation myself.

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No one's POV

The heavy wooden door swung open with a resounding slam, crashing against the peeling wallpaper and sending a shudder through the stale air of the room. A gust of wind swept in, carrying with it the faint scent of rain and distant echoes of muffled voices. As the door creaked shut, the room was engulfed in an eerie silence, broken only by the flickering of the dim lights suspended from the cracked ceiling.

Bathed in the feeble glow of the flickering bulbs, the room revealed its secrets slowly, like a hesitant unveiling. The walls, once adorned with vibrant tapestries and regal paintings, now stood bare, their faded memories etched in every crack and crevice. The worn floorboards groaned beneath the weight of countless stories, their weary whispers echoing through the desolation.

In the center of the room, a solitary chair stood as an island amidst the sea of neglect. Its once plush cushion was now tattered and stained, the ravages of time and abandonment leaving their indelible mark. Bound to the chair with ropes that bit into his flesh, a young man writhed in desperate struggle, his youthful vigor juxtaposed against the confines of his captivity.

His voice trembled with a mixture of fear and defiance, as he desperately sought answers in the dim recesses of the room. "Who are you?" he managed to stammer, his words barely audible through the tightness of his bonds. Blindfolded, he strained against the restraints, his curiosity mingling with a gnawing sense of dread.

The tall man, his presence commanding and enigmatic, approached the young man with calculated steps. A mischievous gleam danced in his eyes as he reached out, his fingers brushing against the young man's chin. There was a chilling familiarity in his touch, as if he held the strings to a marionette, relishing in the power he possessed.

A wicked smile tugged at the corners of his lips, illuminating the darkness that lurked beneath his facade. "A doll, you say?" he mused, his voice dripping with a sinister allure. The dim light seeped through the thin fabric of the blindfold, casting an ethereal glow on the young man's face. "Perhaps I should keep you for myself."

The air crackled with tension as the tall man advanced, his presence casting an ominous shadow over the helpless captive. With every step, his imposing figure loomed larger, suffocating the room with an intoxicating mix of intrigue and danger. His intentions remained shrouded in mystery, an enigma waiting to be unraveled.

As the young man's heart raced, he found himself caught in the inescapable web of uncertainty. What awaited him in the clutches of this mysterious figure? With his mind clouded by both fear and curiosity, he braced himself for the unknown, ready to confront the intricate tapestry of his destiny woven by the hands of this enigmatic stranger.

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I apologize for bad English it’s not my first language.

All rights to this story are protected under the Copyright laws please don’t try and steal this.

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The house

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Warning ⚠️

Part 2

Mention of rape

Sexual assault

Child endangerment

And some other very serious triggers please don’t read this if any of the following triggers you.

Please don’t steal this and no translations I do have this story on my Wattpad where I will do translation myself.

This was slightly edited sorry if there’s some spelling errors English isn’t my first language.

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A tall male walks into a room holding a black leash while the sounds of cries can be heard through the floor. It was almost like someone or something was begging for help or death. A black-ish red door creaks open, screaming, crying, and whimpering can be heard. It was always loud in this room, because that's where he kept us. Young adults, teens, sometimes even children. Most of us don’t even realize that it’s not a dream until the second day when the reality hits them. He would put us in numbered cages so he never have to remember our names. It's wasn't like he remembered their number either. He only remembered his favorites by some sick nickname he thought was cute at the time. Some of the other hit rock bottom once they figure out that they’re dead and there’s no second death. That’s when they start enjoying the tournament and they want it to happen. I’m pretty sure most of the others have Stockholm syndrome which is why they think they enjoy it. On the other hand it sometimes takes months for the others to realize we’re just ghost pulled back into this world by demons for their entertainment. When the others finally give up there are upgraded to their own room(most of the time anyway). You're extremely lucky if you get upgraded into a room you get more freedom, that could lead to going outside for a bit. The more you upgrade, the more freedoms you have but, you get is more responsibility on top of upgrading in rank. A noobie ghosts are rank E, they don't have many responsibilities but they are more popular. It's really easy to upgrade from rank E to rank D just do what you told and you’ll be upgraded pretty quickly. The ranks go all the way up to rank A, the rank A’s have the most responsibility and at that are point soul bided to demon forever.

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I'm so sorry if I traumatized you 😭😭

I hope you enjoyed have a lovely day/night/afternoon bye little stars -Comet💫

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