The Sheriff of Tumble Town has gone missing! Can the others find their beloved Sheriff or did Jimmy manage to fall off the face of the earth? Aka, a lot of people go looking for Jimmy and they all overthink the relationship they have with Jimmy and how they have neglected that relationship. Aka, I wanted to write people adoring and loving Jimmy. With some slight angsty feelings.

Scar's stressed about the Turf War, and Grian even more so. An unlikely admiration blossoms when the two leaders realise how similar they really are. The Turf War keeps them separate, but their love for each other brings them together. This is only a first draft (and my first fanfiction) so I will possibly be working things out to edit this story to its full potential. That being said, if you're alright with the few plot holes and old writing, feel free to read it as is for now! WARNING: This story includes descriptions of blood, fantasy violence, panic attacks, (almost) drowning, explosions, shooting (bow and arrows), poisoning, and MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH Disclaimer: This story ships Scarian in terms of their online personas/characters and not the real people! Any sexualities the characters have are purely headcanons and may not be comfirmed! The events of this story will not be in line with the actual Hermitcraft season 7 timeline. Thank you and enjoy reading! •ᴗ• (cover art by @aofikofi on Tumblr)

WARNING: this book includes guns and physical violence. Feel free to click off if any of that makes you uncomfortable. This world is full of endless possibilities. Hybrids of all kinds, monsters which roamed the night, creatures everywhere! I could go anywhere, do whatever I wanted. Nothing could stop me!! That was until I came across these little villages and my mother always told me to stay away from them. "They see us as something wrong. They'll hurt and torture you, so promise me you'll stay away from them." My mother told me. I never thought much of it, but it always made me curious what was there. - Scott gasped as he realized he was late. This was his big day, he couldn't fail his parents by skipping. Scott ran towards the forest and banged into the wooden shed, grabbing the bow and satchel of arrows before dashing out to his post. The forest floor crunched beneath him and he panted quietly as he kneeled down. A twig snapped and Scott gasped as he saw bears and lions surround him. Scott shot at them and the arrow hit one of the lions, which all started to chase him. Scott screamed for help as he ran, trying to get out. Trying to find others who could actually save and protect him. ~•~ Scott is a hunter, who is actually a big scaredy cat and longs for a life different than the one he has, and Jimmy is a free bird who can do basically anything he wants. It all changes when Scott and Jimmy meet. Hybrids end up showing up more, some getting captured and hurt. After Scott realizes how bad his life is, he tries to make a getaway and Jimmy shows him the life he could have. (Cover art is not mine) This work belongs to me, @Seth189. I reserve the rights to this work and please do not repost it. It takes me a long time to come up with this stuff and it would be better to write your own work!!

Throughout Jimmy's entire life, he had never once sung a true canary's song. Not because he didn't have the voice for it-he did-but because he never felt the need. Or maybe, more truthfully, he'd never been given the chance. Every time he tried, someone would tell him to shut up. If he chirped even a little too loud, a heavy blanket would be thrown over his cage, plunging him into darkness, tricking him into thinking it was night. He'd sit there, silent and still, alone in that manufactured night, wondering what he did wrong. He never stayed in one place for long. From one owner to the next, passed around like an afterthought. A decoration. A novelty. Never a companion. Eventually, the canary stopped trying. He stopped chirping. He stopped dreaming of melodies. His voice, once instinctual, dulled into a forgotten thing. He was yelled at so often that, after a while, he started to believe his name was Shut Up. Shut up, they'd say. You're too loud. You're too noisy. And so, he wasn't. He was quiet. Invisible. A canary who never sang.

after moving into 1980s home the realtor had described that it was abandoned more so that they couldn't get a hold of the owner making it abandoned it was beautiful a greenhouse so many rooms little did he know that two very tired and hungry lessons and have been the home as well. also little did he know he was moving into a community full of interesting and unique creatures

"Since how many days you haven't slept , chuuya ?" "That's none of your concerns, dazai!!"

WARNING: Please read and comment at your own risk There are topics in this books that some readers may find uncomfortable. Negative comments do show one's character so please be warned. ⚠️Bottom Dazai⚠️ ⚠️Yandere Chuuya⚠️

Teenage superheroes they once were. But now they've grown further apart, not like how they were when they first met. Especially after a chaotic intoxicated night. How is it that they had an easier time connecting as naive teens? Why is it so hard now?

Even when they are from enemy organizations, their fates end up intertwining... As a new group in yokohama begins to attack, the port mafia and armed detective agency are forced to sign a temporary truce, and collaborate with eachother in order to stop them. A plan from the mafia boss Mori, forces two boys from the opposing groups to train, and work together. Despite absolutly despising eachother, when he nearly lost him... He began to notice an unfermilliar emotion bloom. Care? Love? ... But things cant always remain the way they should be. Trials and heartbreak are always along the path. The question is. . . can they survive it? Sskk fluff with a dash of angst <3 This story contains m x m. I do not own any of these characters. I do not own any artwork used. All was found on pinterest.

- ❝[𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐄𝐃]❞ --- 𝐆𝐑𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐎 [ 𝐇𝐂 ] ༄ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 , Mumbo is secretly a vampire. Grian is openly an avian. Mumbo never cared for-bird blood, exactly. But Grian was the only hermit around. So he could deal with the slight bitterness of his avian streamed blood. Just this once. ~ included ships - Etho x Bdubs . Gem x Pearl . Lizzie x Joel . Ren x Doc . If you do not like any of those ships, do not worry they wont take away from the fic. (Ldshadowlady will in fact be a hermit in the fic.) Art does not belong to me!