#original weirdcore

[weird-coby-core]

March 22, 2026

[l33-0f-th3-v01d]

[liminal-bugpile]

[damien-devil-art]

If you also make weirdcore, please check out my weirdcore and maybe we can become mutuals 🥺 I love weirdcore too much 😔

These are some of my recent edits

[a-e-poetry]

[Title might change]Forget ME not:

"Forget ME not" is a flash fiction work I've written through the thoughts and emotions of a forgotten OC. This can be potentially triggering to some; as my description of the "waste land" is kind of gross. Total word count for this ended up at 348 words.

I'm quite proud of this, and I hope you can get some enjoyment out of this as well. The story will be below the cut.

Before going into this though, I think it's important to note that your characters only have the emotions and thoughts that you give them. This is coming from someone who was really spooked by the Toy Story movies as a kid.

You are a demon. Only a demon from the most unfathomable pits of the human brain could ever think of doing this—let alone, actually doing it.

It might even be too lighthearted to call you a demon. Though… I must ask, do you enjoy it? Me, calling you a demon? Does it stroke your ego in all the right ways?

I hope not. You don’t deserve the pleasure you have given yourself while doing what you’ve done to them. What you’ve done to me.

I still, for whatever reason, have control over the movements of my dismembered body. I can’t see you; but I feel—I know that you can see me. Look at me.

I’ve been here; waiting. Waiting, contemplating, ruminating, debating… all just to pass the time. Time that I wish you did not have.

The time that you got to spend with your family, I was only able to stay in the dark. I hear every thought you’ve ever had; and it sickens me.

I wish you were in my place, and I was out there; this hell hole you’ve created for us is filled with rot, the guts of my friends—friends that are now so deformed from their original idea that they don’t know who I am.

…

Who am I…?

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What am I…?

In the very beginning; you called me your best friend. Then it went to calling me an imaginary friend. Then it went to you ignoring my screams, then you found a way to completely shut me out—now I’m an “original character,” and by God do you not care about me anymore.

You put me in universes that I do not belong in; you make me fight battles I don’t wish to fight—I’ve been gutted by monsters, I’ve had my heart ripped out; but you still make me fight.

You are what Frankenstein was to the monster; and I am the heart beating inside those floor boards. I will drive you as mad as you drove me; I will end you as you ended me.

Hear me.

For I hear you.

[saintofleaves]

Reposting an old weirdcore edit I still like

[vomgurl]

[mintbecrazy]

Thi,s is how i feel, i think