GoldeTrash

The Multiverse is a ruthless and unforgiving place. Every soul is determined by its Creators. Monsters, humans, Gods. All mere conceptions Creators thought in their free timeWhere the Creator is a hand, and each God is a finger, a finger that puppets the world. A tool to the Creator's whims.What if one realized their meaning of existence?And choosing an alternate path, one that isn't moderated and viewed like mere fiction. Aimed to break the strings of FATE to a DESTINY full of freedom?Kekeke~ that would be interesting wouldn't it?After all, this one's FATE has already been determined. None can escape the will of the Creators.But it is fun, watching them try.~•☁︎︎☀︎︎☁︎︎•~"H-how? How did my brother change me into the body of a doll?!" Voicelessly shouted the God of Positivity.⚠︎︎[Ḛͭ̉̇͟R͉̜̎͡͠R͉̜̎͡͠O̖̼ͩ͌͐R͉̜̎͡͠: D̶͔̭̪̻Ḛͭ̉̇͟T̨͈͗̌ͥḚͭ̉̇͟C̵͉͋̔͞T̨͈͗̌ͥḚͭ̉̇͟D̶͔̭̪̻]⚠︎︎"haAh... ThiS IS sO TROubLESOme..." The God of Destruction tiredly groaned.~•꧁☾꧂•~"Fair is foul, and foul is fair..." the God of Negativity murmured.~•𖣔۞𖣔•~"Oh~! I have never been the villain before! I'm going to have so much fun!" Excitedly shouts the God of Creation.~• A/N •~Adopted prompt from FireHedgehog's Idea Factory.This story has a Discord - check my Bio…

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EDIT: this version of this story has been rewritten into another work under the name 'Poetic Irony.' ~~~It was like a dream, a really bad dream. How could he foresee this? His brother really put him into this mess.And with the Destroyer of Worlds too.He really wished that this is a nightmare.~~~inspired by prompt in idea factory by @firehedgehogCover by me.Warning: may have explicit language and suicidal tendencies.…

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Once upon a time, there lived a small, young, fragile skeleton. He wore a red cloak coloured like the crimson of blood, and with a heart like stone. His town was very poor and the people did not treat others well. Late at midnight, his magic began to dissipate into nothing.Scared and afraid, he passed out on the visit to the doctors and woke up to see his fragile body melted and distorted. He survived with only part of his soul and what little magic he had left to just barely hold his physical form.With sadness and guilt, he left the town to a local forest, never be seen again. »»-----　☠　-----««Deep in a hidden forest, where only the strong ones, feared ones, and adventurous ones will find themselves, lived a lonely soul, trapped within the forest with an eternal curse. His touch drains the living faster than sight could see, leaving the soul with sadness and fear. He long searches for the missing part in his life as he never felt the true life as his youth was stolen away. Not even Life could help him.Old and dismal, he waited until time stopped ticking, when something interesting finally came into the forest. Alone. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Story inspired from the Idea of little red riding hood.All art belongs to me.Trigger warning: mentions of suicide, blood and graphic images. stay warned.Slow updates.Slow burn storyEditor: @LazyAsHeckHighest:#2 genoxreaper (16/NOV/2019)…

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Lela was just in her high school years studying for a test. Somehow fate wanted to change her life by getting her kidnapped and becoming a bird, then learns by a 'god' that she cant die.She sure had an interesting week, what next? Aliens? Oh, wait...Heavily inspired by 'Upon Wings Of Change' by @CrystalSchererArt by MeWARNING! USE OF SWEARING AND VERBLE ABUSE SO BE WISE! Though it does calm down in few more chapters. ~~~Sneek peek~~~I Panicked and flocked all over the place. why my arms are wings? I looked down to see two Large powerful talons, where are my feet? I realised I was a glowing bird about the size of a whopping 3.5 metres tall. "well this better not die, MARGARET GET THE PF!!" the man shouted, he was near the window, he looked like the old wrinkly man I saw at the bar who tried to get me a drink. I felt rage at the man, I glowed even brighter, I felt hotter. Then I saw a woman came into the room I was in and placed some seeds, they had the faint smell of raspberries.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Author's Note~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~This book is on hold, read the last chapter for the reason. You can still read this book but I won't be updating anytime soon.…