"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.

After much research and theorizing, I've decided that I'm going to attempt it. It's risky, but I'm so desperate at this point that I'm willing to put my own well being on the line. If I survive, this may just turn out to be very... interesting. This is my thoughts on the origins of Sans and Papyrus, as well as their connection to Gaster. It will be connected to the ZanaTale timeline (or, in otherwords, my Sans x Reader fanfic "When Two Souls Meet"). Loosely inspired by the HandPlates AU by Zarla. Awesome cover image by Dweebycake.

Let's get one thing straight here, I'm not a hero (I totally am, but I hear that these days being modest is in fashion or something, so I don't know man). I never planned on being a hero. It kind of just happened. Clark's the bigshot. The fame, the girls, the attention. Me? I'm just his loser younger brother. Another rich Trackerson kid, but that quiet one with no personality. I'm kidding. I'm funny. I promise. I have to be. The name's Liam. The apocalypse wasn't easy on anyone, but it was harder on some. We made it okay. My family lives in a mansion, and we basically run this town. I come from a line of famous zombie-hunters. Not me, though. I kind of suck. I was never supposed to get bitten. I'm running out of time. I'm turning, and it's happening fast. People are rising up, feuds are breaking out, the world is ending all over again; and it's all up to me to stop it. Or something. Crazy, right? Anyway, I've got to go. I guess the good part is, if they find out my secret-if they kill me-at least not many people are going to miss me. I just hope they get my name right. L-I-A-M. It's not hard. Please, for the love of humanity, remember my name. Whatever they call me after all this, remember my name.

When nineteen-year-old Angie Nohl accidentally kills a man in a skirmish one night, she never would have guessed that man could be the god Poseidon. A heavenly bounty now on her head, Angie is a fugitive at large. When the trickster god Hermes comes to her aid, however, the two spring up a wild idea: pin the disaster on another person, and take the prize money for themselves. The feat certainly won't be easy, especially not when two of Angie's childhood friends, hired by the gods to locate her, see right through her plan. Follow the unorthodox journey of a god, a part-time online college student, and a wood nymph as they attempt a divine deceit for the ages. -will likely have occasional strong language, just as a warning. As always, like and comment if you enjoy! -

Noreena has always feared her magic. It's not just a gift; it's a curse waiting to consume her. Bound tightly by her mother's decree, she has kept her powers locked away, convinced that unleashing them would only bring ruin. But the binding isn't forever, and with her high school graduation looming, so too is the day that she loses control. Desperate for answers, Nora throws herself into uncovering a way to sever the bond between her magic and herself. Her obsession blinds her to the growing tensions around her, and when tragedy strikes, the world she knows crumbles in an instant. Forced into a hidden society where magic defines everything-rank, worth, and survival-Nora is thrust into a battle to preserve the normal life she's always wanted. Yet in a place where secrets are currency, Nora's is the most dangerous of all. Her powers are a force no one has ever encountered, an enigma even she doesn't fully understand. The more she hides them, the more they threaten to erupt. And when the truth about her powers begins to surface, one thing becomes clear: Nora might be the most powerful being this world has ever seen. But power this immense comes with a price, and if she's not careful, it might cost her everything. Can Nora find a way to tame the magic within before it destroys her-and the people she cares about most? Step into a world of intrigue and danger, where magic isn't just a gift-it's a battle for survival. #1 in Hex and #1 in BookofShadows 06/17/18 #141 Paranormal 06/28/2018 #908 (outof 300k+ stories!) 04/01/2019 [Wattpad Picks - Up and Coming List - 06.07.2018] Cover designed by Sasha Leigh