Weird Aesthetic Novels & Stories

“So, shall we go may lady?” I once again stood in front of the mirror. If I am in the modern world, the color of this mistake of mine might be a beauty, because it fits the modern people’s taste. Ethereal, aesthetic, soft, and alluring. But in this timeline, I do not think they ever admired wild and unique arts like us, so I don’t think they will treat me well if I go out looking like this.

He murmurs and shakes his head. "If you want to be technical about it, a nerd is an unattractive, socially awkward, annoying, undesirable, and/or boring person." His hand tightens on my leg, "You're not boring, annoying or socially awkward. You are definitely not undesirable. And the fucking opposite of unattractive." I shrug, I don't think I'm ugly, but I'm not stunning.

fan club into a global phenomenon, she decided to capitalize on the craze by launching a series of NFTs (Non-Fungible Tokens) based on her "Alpha-in-law." She commissioned a notoriously eccentric digital artist who specialized in "abstract emotionalism." The resulting NFTs were a series of bizarre, vaguely wolf-shaped blobs of clashing neon colors that looked nothing like Jack. They were, by all objective standards, hideous. The launch was widely considered a flop.

I may be wolfless, but I am not useless. The other woman dressed somewhere between a goth and cottage-core aesthetic sneers. “They probably only took you on because you’re an anomaly. Everything in fashion has its fringes and that’s you,” She says tossing her sleek black hair down her back.

Countless people in the comments agreed with her, calling her kind and smart while insulting me for being a mean and foolish embarrassment to women everywhere. Someone managed to unearth my identity, and countless people flooded my social media to leave me scathing messages in an attempt to save me from being a love-addled brain fool. While some left thoughtful advice, most of the comments were insult-filled rants that called me desperate, said I had a fetish for ugliness, and mocked me for not heeding other people's advice despite being brainless myself.

"I'll have the same." He nods and walks away. "How foolish," he said staring coldly at me, "you couldn't even order for yourself, how useless are you?" Useless? Did this bastard just call me useless? I force smiled "please forgive me, this is my first in such a place so I tend to act strange," you damn bastard I'll get you for calling me useless." I should just call out that you are gay in public. Our food came, and I took a beat, and to my surprise, it was like heaven in my mouth.

I felt the falling temperature as well and noticed that there must something terrible happened, so I said to her: "Well, Miss Isabella, if it's hard to say you could just ignore me will be alright." Isabella, who had been silent at first, suddenly interrupted me, then changed back to her sloppy appearance at the beginning and said: "Weirdness is the result of the unwillingness of people after death, the spiritual wisdom born after a hundred years of immortality, and the rumours spread by word of mouth. In the final analysis, weirdness is the existence of hatred and resentment, do you understand, little cutie."

When she is around, I’m never afraid, I feel secure with a sense of belongingness never leaving. She is peculiarly similar to me in many things, like preferring to stay silent in major matters. We both cope with this attitude which sometimes leads to our downfall but we still are able to manage especially because we usually stick together. From having an addiction to gothic aesthetic, we vibe to Taylor Swift with the same intensity. We explore together and push ourselves to receive exposure like a necessity.

"Achievements? Oh, I've played every single dating sim on the market! Full completion, all perfect harem endings, literally thousands of them. I gave every sad little pixel boyfriend a loving home. As for skills, my memory is insane. I can list every love interest's quirks, their birthdays backward, and all their famous lines!" Verda looked horrified. "Horror games are really going downhill. We've got a romance gamer with us? It's seriously pathetic." "You do realize the monsters here aren't just guys, right? All your little pick-me tricks won't work." I rubbed my cheek and smiled shyly. "Actually… I've also unlocked a couple of dozen super hard lesbian routes." Everyone froze. Not just the