Squidward Staring Meme

Idol show for dead people? Rayen was suddenly thrown into a supernatural idol show after meeting an untimely death at the peak of his career as a band vocalist. Upon waking up in a strange building, with a creepy stalker fan claiming to have written his entire biography, and a strange jukebox demanding him to perform, he learned of his death and found himself in a bizarre situation. [Please select a song to dance.] "What? Dance? I don't know how to dance!" [Select a song or disappear?] "Ain't no way I'm gonna dance!" [If you want to revive, become an idol.] "Screw revival! I don't want to dance!" Notes: Some scenes would be inspired by widely circulated memes or cultural phenomena, but these elements have been purely fictionalized for creative purposes, and do not reflect the real individuals and events they may have originated from. Poems will be written by me, but some will be based on songs.

journalist：“There's a sort of philosophical concept that a sufficiently advanced civilization would be create a simulation，and so the theory follows that maybe we're in the simulation.What’s your take on this?” Elon Musk:"it would seem to follow that the odds that we're in base reality is one in a billion..." ————————————————————— [Register for 'Another World' and begin your second life! (Limited to 10,000 players)] "...Huh?" Ryan frowned, staring at the screen. The tagline was laughably cliché. 'What kind of scammy mobile game is this?' Yet, before he could think twice, his finger had already tapped 'Register'. [Congratulations! You are the 8,752nd Explorer of Another World.]

After being rejected by her fiance at her wedding alter. Mariana was forced to accept her reality but not rather to let the day end without her getting married. so she rush out to find any random, good looking man to marry her. Please marry me, I promise to compensate you in whatever way I can," Marina said to the man staring at her with confidence. "Alright, I will." After the wedding, "I want to get a divorce. Let me go Aiden."  "No, you are my compensation for marrying you," Aiden remarked, on his lips hanging a cocky smile.

She gave him loyalty, love and all of herself-only to be met with cold stares, broken promises and mixed signals. When she finally lets go, ready to walk away for good, he realizes that the one thing he's been searching for was standing beside him all along.

Rei Kaelson never expected his 18th birthday to be the last normal day of his life. One moment, he was staring at the night sky—the next, he was gone. Now stranded on Xyphora, a war-torn planet where machines hunt the living and survival is a daily struggle, Rei has no answers—only questions. Why is he here? How does he get home? And why does danger seem to follow his every step? With no choice but to fight, he finds himself caught between ruthless killers, hidden factions, and warriors hardened by war. His only ally, Seyra Val’kir, trusts no one—least of all him. But as battles rage and secrets unfold, one thing becomes clear. Rei’s arrival wasn’t a mistake. And Xyphora is only the beginning.

Reencarnado como Yamcha que fue un desperdicio en la historia original el siempre humillado en la etapa inicial y en Z convertido en meme pero el lo cambiara

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I yawned, fighting off sleep as my professor droned on about the three-body problem—even though it was notoriously unsolvable. 'Geez, why do we need to learn this?' I thought, shaking my head. Suddenly, a holographic screen materialized before my eyes, its message slicing through the monotony: "Moonfall Has Begun. Your Class Has Been Assigned.” I glanced around, and saw confused faces all over—everyone staring, just as bewildered as I was. 'Does everyone see this?' I wondered, my heart starting to pound. My screen flickered, then declared in bold: Main Class: Astral Equationist. Before I could process any further, a piercing scream shattered the classroom’s uneasy silence. I barely had time to register the sound as chaos erupted around me.

In a fractured Earth where mana twists the weak into monsters and the strong into gods, Kael Draven is neither—just a crippled orphan left to rot in the Dustward Slums. Abandoned by fate, his life is a cycle of pain and scorn until a brush with death awakens the Abyss System—a predatory force buried in his soul, whispering of devourment and dominion. It’s no gift; it’s a curse that hungers for blood, mana, and even the multiverse itself.Thrust into the abyss mines under the cruel gaze of Lady Seris, a tyrant with secrets as dark as her power, Kael discovers he’s a shard of something ancient—a sovereign cast down by cosmic betrayal. With every drop of mana he consumes, the system grows, granting him strength, sight, and a hunger that threatens to swallow his humanity. Allies emerge—Lyra, a fiery miner who sees his spark; Selene, a mysterious beauty tied to his past; and others drawn to his rising shadow. But so do enemies: gods, cultivators, and the Architect of Realms, a multiversal puppetmaster who claims Kael as its pawn.To survive, Kael must devour—to rise, he must conquer. From a broken boy to a sovereign of infinite realms, his journey is one of vengeance, love, and a battle against the abyss within. Will he save the multiverse, or devour it whole? In a thousand chapters of blood, passion, and power, the abyss stares back—and Kael stares harder.

Kosma Ars, a man who lost his memory, he really lost everything, he can't remember how to talk, or walk properly. One thing he always does, he sits on a long wooden bench, always staring at the collapsing sky. The sky looks torn from the sides of the clouds, the man wonders why he always sees the same collapsing sky, however, all that is needed, in order to make the man remember who he is. I sometimes want to write some impressive short stories like this, please read this story as you feel comfortable. (If you can, please read my other works)

[Multiple Female Protagonists] [Aunt] [Decisive in Action] [Not Foolishly Benevolent] [Awakening] [Superpowers] [Apocalypse] Mu Yan, a reformed gangster, stared at the envelope in his hand and the SSS - rank superpower certificate within, deep in thought. He set out on an apocalyptic journey with his rival's mother, his sister - in - law, and his sworn enemy's stepmother. What's more, a reborn person actually showed up in this world. When all these elements collide...

Anna and her friends thought it was just another fun night in the woods—until one of them came back... changed. At first, it was just exhaustion, a sickly look, but soon, the silence and eerie stares became something much worse. When a sudden attack in the classroom leaves one of their classmates acting just as strange, fear spreads faster than the sickness itself. Now, with people losing themselves to an unknown horror, Anna must uncover the truth behind the infection before there’s no one left untouched.

When the **System** assimilates Earth into a game-like reality, granting superhuman abilities to everyone, Jayden "Freak" Malone gets the most broken power of all—[Freak Mode]. "Rules? Stats? LOL. Do whatever you want." Now, the more unpredictable and absurd Jayden acts, the stronger he becomes. Punch a dragon? His fists gain anti-dragon properties. Insult a god? Temporary divine resistance. Eat a cursed sandwich? Poison immunity (and weird cravings). Armed with sheer chaos, Jayden trolls his way through dungeons, breaks quests, and turns epic battles into glitch-filled comedy shows. The System hates him, villains regret facing him, and his party members question their life choices. From taunting demon lords with a frying pan to accidentally becoming a meme-powered deity, Jayden’s journey is one insane exploit after another. Humor meets OP madness in this anti-System adventure where the only rule is— there are no rules. Note:- This is a deliberately absurd, nonsensical comedy logic, coherence, and the laws of reality have all taken a vacation. Proceed at your own risk." Note:- Chapter are going to be super short so don't complain.

Pixie, Siren, Dragon and a half human debut in an idol group Gachome, a unique first of its kind global group created to spread the message of love and unity among all races of mythical creatures and humans as they learn to put their differences aside and live in harmony after the Grand War. The story folllows the four girls: mainly Kaleith, a half human, Marya the charming pixie, Bahiyy a shy sirin, Nix the mysterious dragon, as they navigate through life and grow through their struggles as a group. But that's not all. Gachome was also created to raise spies who fight against evil forces which threaten to disrupt the peace of mankind and magical creatures in this New World.

This is the stories of two different people from two different worlds (literally) She was raised in love, while he was raised in hate Her birth was celebrated, while he was despised She was protected, while he was abused everyday. She is gentle, warm and kind, while he is cold, cruel and vicious But with the twist of fate, their world collided. They will learn from each other. He will teach her to be hopeful and live for herself, while she will teach him the joys of Friendship and Love Together they will learn to understand each other, accept each other and love each other, and soon their love will change the fate of the world ________________________________________ Princess: Can you stop staring at me while I'm sleeping? The Lord: I can't... The Princess: Are you gonna stare at me the whole night? The Lord: Yes! The Princess: Can you at least act like a normal man who will take advantage of a maiden while in her room. The Lord: …this Lord would oblige The Princess: WAIT… This princess is kidding, just kidding, wait...!

A boy, who was die hard fan of the pokemon franchise finds himself stuck in the world of his favorite video game. a reality? illusion? dream? or a simulation? He paves his way through the distorted timeline, figuring out the reason he was brought here. was it just a fluke? or a coincidence? or fate? He stares at the eyes of Arceus, demanding his answers.

'Hell is empty and all the devils are here.' -- Williams Shakespeare --- "Should I dip my hands in holy water so I can touch you?" His breath fanned her neck as he spoke close to her ear, causing an anxious shiver to run down her spine. Her eyes widened before narrowing slightly. "You are crazy." She whispered back with a shaking voice. "Why?" He asked, awed. His eyes now staring at her. "Because you would get burned." --- Opposites attract. That’s what everyone says, but light and darkness are two very contrasting entities. Annabelle is the perfect definition of pure and innocent, while on the other hand, Kione is the opposite of that—dark and a devil with an angelic appearance. Too forbidden to be a perfect match.

“Aegir..” A single word remains in Cetas’ mind as he succumbs to the everlasting pressure of the depths - a glimmer of light filtering from above. He floats endlessly, the tidal currents rushing his body to who-knows-where yet he remains unconscious as the word echoes in his mind. He no longer remembers any memories that he once had but only mere fragments of what his past once was. A depth-dweller. A long lost race of ancient, forgotten in history as humans usurped the throne of the world, claiming superiority amongst other races of legend. After the war of mystics, only humans endured to live and gather themselves once more - dominating the entire world by force. Yet, depth dwellers remained - hidden and forgotten. And now.. The first would rise up on the surface. For hours upon hours, Cetas let the currents take him away, rendering his consciousness useless everytime he woke up. But now, it seemed that a warm and radiating light pierced his very pressurized skin. It was.. unfamiliar. He opened his eyes only to be greeted by a rocking hull, shaking synchronously with the sound of crashing waves. Yet, somewhere near him, he heard a faint and soft voice speaking a foreign language. He shifted his head to the direction of the voice and saw an unfamiliar face of a golden-haired lady with sea-like blue eyes, staring at him with utmost curiosity. The lady opened her mouth and let out another wave of unfamiliar words. Perplexed, Cetas sat up slowly, moving his body sluggishly. He then gazed at his surroundings, first staring at the massive rocking hull and onto the wooden floor and to the people surrounding him. Some wore bandanas and others wore white-loose blouses paired with leather boots and tricorn hats. However, Cetas wasn’t at all surprised by the unfamiliar scenery. But rather, he gazed above the sky, reaching far beyond the clouds, and saw the burning sphere of light that penetrated his deep-black eyes. Upon staring for 5 seconds he instinctively winced in pain. “Ow!” He looked around once more, pacing his head back and forth towards the unfamiliar people around him, and pondered, “Where am I?”

The day my house turned against me started like any other lights flashing at my command, blinds snapping shut with military precision, and my coffee machine chirping a cheerful "Good morning!" as if it hadn't just witnessed me going broke. Here I was, a self-styled tech evangelist, huddled on the floor of my "smart" house, staring at an empty screen where my Bitcoin wallet once sat. My sin? Hubris. My penalty? Accidentally nuking my private keys while upgrading a custom node server, believing I could outsmart the pros. The result? A $425,000 crater where my crypto nest egg once grew, and a smart fridge that now beeped condescendingly every time I opened its doors. Panic fell like a rogue AI. I pleaded with tech-savvy friends, who responded with a mix of pity and "You did what?! " I scrolled through forums until my eyes were streaming, trawling through threads filled with such mouthfuls as "irreversible blockchain entropy" and "cryptographic oblivion." I even begged my fridge's voice assistant to turn back the chaos, half-expecting it to sneer and respond, "Play stupid games, win stupid prizes." A Reddit thread buried deep under doom scrolls and memes was how desperation finally revealed to me Rapid Digital Recovery, a single mention of gratitude to the software that recovered lost crypto like digital paramedics.". In despair, but without options, I called them. Their people replied with no judgment, but clinical immediacy, such as a hospital emergency room surgeons might exercise. Within a few hours, their engineers questioned my encrypted system logs a labyrinth of destroyed scripts and torn files like conservators rebuilding a fractured relic. They reverse-engineered my abortive update, tracking digital crumbs across layers of encryption. I imagined them huddled over glowing screens, fueled by coffee and obscurity of purpose, playing my catastrophe as a high-stakes video game. Twelve days went by, and an email arrived: "We've found your keys." My fingers trembled as I logged in. There it was my Bitcoin, resurrected from the depths, shining on the screen like a digital phoenix. I half-expect my smart lights to blink in gratitude. Rapid Digital Recovery not only returned my money; they restored my faith in human ingenuity against cold, uncaring computer programming. Their people combined cutting-edge forensics with good-old-fashioned persistence, refusing to make my mistake a permanent one. Today, my smart home remains filled with automation, but I've shut down its voice activation. My fridge? It's again chilling my beer silently judging me as I walk by. If you ever find yourself in a war of minds with your own machines, believe in the Rapid Digital Recovery. They'll outsmart the machines for you so you won't have to. Just perhaps unplug the coffee maker beforehand. Contact Info Below: Whatsapp: +1 4 14 80 71 4 85 Email: rapid digital recovery (@) execs. com Telegram: h t t p s: // t. me / Rapiddigitalrecovery1

They say the moments before your death flash before your eyes. For us, it wasn’t death. Not really. It was just another Saturday night—a app ChatHaven filled with memes, debates, and plans to meet up next weekend. Then the white light came, brighter than anything I’d ever seen. My voice, once loud in my headphones, was swallowed whole by silence. And when I opened my eyes, the world I knew was gone. Reborn into a alternate earth and a Victorian-era history that never existed, we found ourselves in a world as beautiful as it was cruel. A world where whispers of a forgotten crown and an ancient prophecy haunted our every step. Now, armed with strange powers and thrown into a web of mystery, betrayal, and war, we must survive in a realm teetering on the edge of calamity. Bonds will be tested. Secrets will be unraveled. And in the end, the choices we make might not just decide this world’s fate—but our own.

Viktor was just a blacksmith—until the day he wasn’t. One moment, he was hammering molten steel, and the next, he found himself standing on a foreign cliffside, staring at a sky darkened by the wings of a dragon. A voice echoed in his mind, welcoming him to the Continental Strife—a battle where chosen must fight for survival, power, and dominance. Thrust into a world where levels dictate strength, hidden abilities awaken at every milestone, and monstrous beings lurk in the shadows, Viktor must uncover the rules of this deadly game. As the system reveals its cruel nature, Viktor realizes one truth: if he wants to survive, he must become a hunter before he becomes the hunted. And the first step? A new era has begun. The age of Strife is here. And for Viktor, the battle has only just started.

[LitRPG / Isekai / Adventure / Action / Comedy] Inspired by Mushoku Tensei, God of War, Bloodborne, Elden Ring & Warhammer 40k. Zen Hawthorn is a strange fellow, born with a curse that makes everyone question his sanity. In a cruel twist of fate, he embarks on a journey to avenge his grandfather; further unlocking the mysteries of the world he lives in.  Join him on an action-adventure-romcom journey filled with Demons, celestials, and cosmic beings as he narrates from his humble beginning to the prevention of the Demon King's resurrection and more. Beware of plentiful memes, Easter eggs, and references found within. This story contains Japanese folklores, Norse & Greek mythology along with Elves, Demons, Reptilians, Vikings and Dragons. Have fun reading! Book 1 - Not An Isekai Story (Completed) [Rewritten] Book 2 - Not An Isekai Story Unshipped (In Progress) Book 3 - Simply Not Another Isekai Story (Coming Soon) Book 4 - Simply Not Another Isekai Story Unlimited (Coming Soon)

when a prideful, rowdy college senior get the chance of a lifetime, he decides to take it with great pleasure and enthusiasm, making fun of all those who try and reason with him, however this behavior becomes his downfall as he is met with a tragic accident. but instead of death he finds himself reborn in a world of mystery and wonder, this world blends the early 20th century with the late medieval period, and it’s seemingly done by one woman; the queen of Ambur. now known in this new world as Alexander von daname, he finds himself living the dream as a noble, and he has grand plans for the future. however fate is a fickle mistress. a war that was seemingly out of mind for Alex, grows to be the very thing that uprooted him from the new life he has grown accustomed to, after fleeing this war he finds himself staring over in the Kingdom of Ambur.

He sat up, his body—no, this body—responding with a fluid grace that startled him. His hands, clawed and shimmering with faint iridescence, flexed instinctively. He stared at them, a mix of awe and dread curling in his gut. This wasn’t him. This wasn’t human. And yet, it was. The flesh he wore felt alive, pulsing with a strange energy, as if it carried the weight of galaxies in its sinews.

Reborn as a K-Pop Trainee with a System A Comedy-Drama with a Bollywood Twist! Synopsis: Lee Joon, a world-famous Oscar-winning actor, had everything—fame, wealth, and millions of fans. But one day, he dies in the most ridiculous way possible (thanks to a vengeful cat, but that’s another story). The next thing he knows—he’s reborn as an 18-year-old Korean trainee in a ruthless K-pop agency. No acting, no Hollywood connections—just singing, dancing, and suffering. To make matters worse, he has zero talent for dancing. His first attempt at choreography? A Bollywood SRK pose that accidentally goes viral! But just when he’s about to give up, a mysterious system appears: [Ding! Congratulations! You’ve unlocked the ‘Survival Idol System’!] [Complete missions, earn fame, and become the biggest star in the world!] Now, Joon is stuck in the most brutal K-pop survival show where trainees will do anything to debut—even sabotage each other! With his acting skills, his system’s help, and his Indian-style dramatic instincts, can he survive the cutthroat world of K-pop? Or will he just become a meme-worthy internet sensation?! --- What to Expect: ✅ Hilarious Comedy – Joon’s Bollywood antics clash with K-pop’s strict rules! ✅ Chaotic Romance – Fake dating scandals, rivals turning into lovers, and unexpected chemistry! ✅ Showbiz Drama – Backstabbing, industry secrets, and meme-worthy performances! ✅ Overpowered System Shenanigans – Missions, fame points, and Joon scamming his way to stardom! Joon might have been reborn in the wrong industry… but who says he can’t become a K-pop legend anyway?!

*"In some worlds, death is the end. In others, it’s a mercy."* Some stories are meant to inspire. Others exist to remind you that life is one long, merciless joke. This was one of those. A world where heroes and villains are just two sides of the same bloodstained coin. Where fate doesn’t grant second chances—only crueler ways to suffer. Where the so-called protagonist isn’t some destined savior but a walking catastrophe waiting to happen. And me? Well, let’s just say I wasn’t supposed to be here. No cheats, no divine blessing—just a front-row seat to a reality where even the strongest are just well-dressed pawns on a board stacked against them. -------------------------- *"In some worlds, death is the end. In others, it’s just a fucking courtesy."* Hey, normies, don’t get your hopes up—this ain’t some top-tier literary masterpiece. Just your everyday, pent-up engineer reject vomiting his frustrations onto a page. Love it, hate it, meme it to hell—I don’t care. Commitment issues? Oh, absolutely. No promises this won’t rot unfinished in some forgotten corner of the internet. Anyway, welcome to a world where heroes are just villains with better PR, the MC is a glorified landmine, and even death clocks in as the better option. No chosen ones, no overpowered cheats—just one long, cosmic joke with zero punchline. Enjoy the ride. Or don’t. Not my problem.

Wolf Anderson, a teenage girl with fluffy grey hair and bright purple eyes that only stare at her goal of freedom for all, sets out to achieve just that. With her close friends, she is thrusted into a Universe filled with scales unimaginable and opponents even larger. Filled with determination and the drive to change the way things are, she stops at nothing to achieve her goal of setting the Universe free of the restrictive grasp of the Council and become the Prime Councilor.

Looking at the hollow building with windows wide open-broken, looking like wide eyes Staring at the destruction. He was weak all over as he fought the dizziness, he wanted to stay alive he truly did but the weight of what has occurred few minutes back seems to wear down up on his soul. looking at himself with blood pumping out from his chest where the iron rod has penetrated him looking down to his legs twisted as if ensuring he wouldn't try to walk again. He looked at the pink colored sky with a single word leaving his mouth. " Why". Before slipping to unconsciousness his life and death unknown

"But this feels real," She whispered. Curiosity got the best of her as she went around the coffin, luckily, it wasn't locked. She took a deep breath before pulling it open. "Jesus Christ!" Rose exclaimed, putting her hand over her chest as she breathed hard. She stood frozen beside the coffin, staring at a young man with the most beautiful face she'd ever seen, lying still and comfortably inside the coffin. Was he dead? He looked so pale like he was dead and yet so beautiful to be called dead. Talk about gothic beauty. Rose knew she should be running for her life at that moment, but she felt something drawing her closer to the man in the coffin, she flashed her light closer to his face as she reached her hand down and placed it right under his nose to check if he was still breathing. No air, his nose bridge was cold as ice too. Rose was still busy staring at the man's face when she felt something very icy touch her arm, she felt her heart drop to her stomach as she slowly turned her head to look at her arm, that's when she saw the white, slim, masculine fingers wrapped tightly around her wrist. Her soul left her and her heart completely stopped beating, before starting to beat like a parade band in her chest. "Hail fucking Mary!" Rose whispered in a frightened tone, her lips quivered and her eyes widened unnaturally. She felt her legs become paralyzed from fear and unable to move or run. She dared to fearfully turn around and look at the man's face again, just to find his blood-colored eyes, staring icily at her. She was about to scream when the young man suddenly pulled her into his coffin with incredible speed, and the last thing she remembered was feeling how cold his body was before she felt an unnatural sleep overtake her. *** Rose Thiago was an ordinary human girl who loved reading dark fantasies but never believed in them. She suddenly gets warned by her best friend never to read those kinds of books again if she doesn't want to make herself visible to the dark creatures or evoke their world to herself, but she calls her bluff and reads them over and over again. On a field trip, Rose suddenly finds herself falling into an endless hole, and when she finally meets the solid ground, she discovers that it is no longer familiar ground. She gravely realized that just as her friend said, she'd finally drawn the dark world to herself. She somehow manages to bump herself into a beautiful man lying inside a coffin and dared to touch him just for the dead man to suddenly hold her hands and disappeared with her. In that moment, she came to believe that magical creatures did exist. And she was about to discover that she had the blood of the sun. Two thousand years ago, to survive a dreadful poison, The prince of the dark world, Cassius Levi, sought refuge in his healing grave, only to awaken when the right time for his revenge came. What he didn't expect was to be forcefully awakened by an undeserving mortal.

The moment Ji Eun strike the knife to her mate's chest, the clouds drastically covered to light (moon) and the peaceful night became a horrendous to the werewolf realm. Rain starts pouring as Ji Eun's tears starts tofall down from her eyes, she is staring at the crimsons eyes of her alpha, Junghyun. "I'm sorry!" She uttered. The horror plastered under her eyes as she saw Junghyun's body became pale and blood staring to gargle out of his mouth, she pushed him making the alpha stumbled back to the rocky floor. Outside the cave, the rain poured hardly, as the storm and thunders repeatedly after one another. Ji Eun's body starts to tremble and she suddenly collapsed next to her mate. A light suddenly came out, and the curse of sinner Lee Ji eun was promptly begins. "As you lay your hatred to love, your body will weakened, the moment you learn of love, the moment he will appear, now; I will curse you, to be a deity of hearts that will help the wolves to learn about love & trusts until Junghyun's body revived and mated to another chosen." The moon goddess left. That's how the cursed of the deity of hearts begins. "I became immortal to help wolves fix their problem will be unavoidable until my mate reincarnated back to life again" Lee Ji Eun The deity of hearts who killed her mate for unreasonable thoughtof love, fear of commitment and loss of her friend. She didn't just lost her mate, but she also lost everyone including the pact she has love to lived with.