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COVER DRAWING BY ME! - - In my AU ink demon and Bendy are not the same person! Contains- Ink Demon x Henry Henry was going to see his old friend one day, but then found out a HUGE secret he had been keeping from him. Bendy was...Alive? But how?! And why was he in this kind of condition!? "Oh my gosh...Joey...what have you done..." Started- 2/23/22 Ended- 1/5/23

You, Y/n, an animator at archgate, has suddenly appeared in the realm of the ink demon. You have no memory of your past, relying on tiny flashbacks to remember bits and pieces. You have have no other motives but surviving and getting to higher ground, Until you run into him. Incase you're wondering, this is not like other batdr fanfics. This is different. Here are some upcoming themes. If you're uncomfortable with them, don't read. -smut -cursing -gore -trauma -violence -arachnophobia (ch.5) big ahh spider alert -torture -some angst...ig? This is still in the works btw :) I'm posting the chapters one at a time, there are 32 at the moment, but don't worry there will be more. This is gonna be a long story... This took me 8 months to write

The pain and pleasure he brings is more than the sharp edge of the razor blade could ever offer me. Sixteen year old Ella's life is falling apart. After family life took a turn for the worse, she found her self silently battling depression, turning to physical pain for relief. But when Ella and her best friend Amanda meet Shane and Chris, two older guys at a party, they believe they've found the perfect men. Ella soon finds herself falling for Shane, and she believes he will save her from a troubled life. But love can be dangerously blinding. *** (There are some explicit scenes through the book - sexual scenes, drugs, abuse, rape etc. Just so people are aware)

They say all good boys go to heaven, but bad boys bring heaven to you. And that's what he brought me, Heaven. We were terribly perfect for each other. We'd argue, we'd scream- hell we'd throw things at each other. But at the end of the night we'd lay beside each other. What started off as a silly deal to get us both going ended up as so much more than i could've ever imagined... He was the worst best thing that happened to me, but our dark pasts ruined us. We took dying for each other a little too literal. "You say we're just friends but i swear, when nobody's around..." Started: April 4th 2018 Ended: July 23rd 2020 WARNING: Contains mature scenes, Strong abusive language. Mentions of rape, sex, murder, alcohol and violence. READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION. BOOK WILL GO UNDER A ROUND OF REVISION AFTER ITS FULLY PUBLISHED TO MAKE SURE READING IS A SMOOTH SAIL FOR EVERYONE. I'm also sorry for any stones i've left unturned in the book!!! I'll be working on fixing them asap. Until then I'm extremely sorry for any mistakes. ANY SIMILARITIES IN REGARDS TO NAMES, LOCATIONS AND SCENES IN OTHER BOOKS IS PURE COINCIDENCE! Thank you!

I've always asked what there was to live for after I died. My answer was to exist, to try to reach the unfathomable glory of the god whose dark, dripping smile loomed over us. Every waking moment in a life with no rest was filled with prayer- a prayer for something to make me human again. And then you gave her to me. You gave her to us. And I don't think we could let her go if we tried. -An empathetic attempt to comprehend and console Sammy Lawrence and other residents of the studio. (This is the eighth and last book in the Hymns of Struggle series. The mature rating is for language, some violence, and heavy existential dread. The cover art is by Startistdoodles on Tumblr.)

I knew what was coming later tonight, not only at home, but on the way there. I knew that reacting right now would just make it worse though. So I kept quiet and pretended that I was not dreading when I would be alone with the man that stood beside me, wondering when it became so normal to do so. Jason and Alicia have the perfect relationship from the outside looking in, but Alicia has kept her wounded spirit and body hidden well. After another one of Jason's violent rages that is impossible to hide, Alicia is finally able to get away from the abuse though. In the process of healing, she begins to relearn what trust, compassion, and safety are once again - that is, until Jason discovers her whereabouts. All Rights Reserved © Copyrights analiciapaloma 2014 © 2017 edits by Analicia Feliciano Book Cover Design by Analicia Feliciano (FIRST FOUR CHAPTERS *ORIGINAL AND UNEDITED* AVAILABLE HERE. PUBLISHED E-BOOK/PAPERBACK EDITION AVAILABLE ON AMAZON. LINK IN BIO.)

What's there to live for after you die? You struggle to exist- to make it all the way to your Lord- and all that greets you is Hell wrapped through your own flesh. Purgatory must be real after all. I pray and I pray and finally, something comes. My lord, why does it make me feel this way? -An empathetic attempt to comprehend and console Sammy Lawrence and other residents of the studio. This is the second book in the Hymns of Struggle series. Cover art is by TheDarkPuddles on Tumblr. The mature rating is for language, some violence, and heavy existential dread. Warnings for: mild mentions of vomit stains.

Choosing her cost me everything I'd ever loved... including her. It's why I left the small town where I grew up and vowed never to return. I'm no longer the golden boy with a bright future they all remember. Instead, I carry the scars of a tortured past. A broken man deemed unfit, even by the Navy SEALs he'd dedicated the past decade to serve. What was supposed to be a quick trip to sell my parent's property turned into this twisted journey that forced me to confront my demons. And then there she was. My first love, and deepest regret. The woman who still owns every piece of my blackened heart. When she asked for my time, I couldn't refuse. Now I can't walk away. Not after hearing of the danger her husband, a missing FBI agent, has brought to her doorstep. After everything, I owe her my help. It's why I offer to protect her and her two little girls from the danger circling them. It's a vow I never should have made, given the trail of bodies I've left in my wake. Like the harbinger of death, I'm the last man either of us should trust.

What's there to live for after you die? You struggle to exist- to make it all the way to your Lord- and all that greets you is Hell wrapped through your own flesh. Purgatory must be real after all. I pray and I pray and finally, something comes. I don't know what to believe anymore. -An empathetic attempt to comprehend and console Sammy Lawrence and other residents of the studio. This is the fifth book in the Hymns of Struggle series. The mature rating is for language, some violence, and heavy existential dread. Cover art is by Warui on Tumblr.

{Trigger warning: This story deals with a lot of serious topics and situations. Heavy detail is included. Ranges from sexual assault, domestic violence, abuse of psychical and emotional, self harm, and suicide. Read with caution, this is your only warning} One night, One person could change the rest of your life. On a random September night, Y/n Peterson finds herself waking up in the hospital full of severe injuries and wounds from the fire but the firefighter who fought to save her decided to stay...