𝐻𝐸'𝒮 𝒟𝐸𝒜𝒟. 𝒮𝐻𝐸'𝒮 𝒟𝐸𝒜𝒟𝐿𝒴. 𝒯𝐻𝐸𝒴'𝑅𝐸 𝒮𝒪𝑀𝐸𝒲𝐻𝐸𝑅𝐸 𝐼𝒩 𝐵𝐸𝒯𝒲𝐸𝐸𝒩. // To die at a masquerade ball is possibly the most tragic and most hilarious thing she had ever experienced. It was a right pity she couldn't remember any of it. The man in the suit, he who claimed to be a master of death and yet looked like he resided at its doorstep, had wrapped shadows round her heart and forced it to beat again. The man in the suit handed her a book, a coat, and a name. It was also a pity, because she didn't remember what he had named her. She went with a saint instead, the saint painted inside the cover of the novel. And then she went back to the manor and met another dead man. Because of course she did. And her life, or rather the absence of it, took multiple downwards turns from there. // - All Characters belong to Derek Landy, with the exception of Joan Lektor. Follows the plotline of the first series (books 1-9. wish me luck) - contains harsh language and fictional depictions of violence - yes. this is another self insert. i cannot afford shame and car insurance. whoops :] // Started: May 2024 In Editing: Finalized: (original only on wattpad, any other variations have been copied without author permission)

ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀɪᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴛʜᴜᴍʙꜱ, ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡᴀʏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ... // 13 years, three trains, two buses, and a boat brought Helena Bishop to the doorstep of 35 Portland Row. Behind its darkwood door lies a fate even someone as clever and cruel as them are sure to struggle with, and yet, despite everything telling them not to, they raise their bruised fist and knock. 3 years, 2 months, and countless fistfights later, Helena opens that old door to a girl with eyes just like theirs-- old beyond her years, knowing beyond time, and soft in the way bleeding out is. George tells them the bet is off. Lockwood wants another challenge. And Helena has always been oh-so-fond of the strange and unusual. (original only on wattpad, any other versions have been copied without author permission)

❝ He traces road maps of blue veins on my skin, talks about hungry I make him, that he'd eat me if he could. I wordlessly offer him my arm. Go ahead. He gives it only a soft-mouthed bite, but I would probably let him tear me apart. I'd let him do anything.❞ 𝓓𝓪𝓲𝓵𝔂 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵𝓼 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓪 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶... Helena Kirke-Stoker has an issue. Namely, the four strange children who showed up at their front door with their little bags and little coats, and their distaste for any kind of literature that's not a fairy tale. With the exclusion of their tempers, they hardly pose a problem. Spare the little one. The little one who got the storybook wardrobe working. Having grown used to a life of nothing by oil paintings and marble busts, the strange and magnificent always seemed so out of reach. It's been so very long since they've seen something interesting. And the Pevensie siblings have caught their attention. Or, in which Peter Pevensie teaches Helena Kirke to losen up, and Helena Kirke teaches Peter Pevensie the amazing power of a very good book. ...𝔀𝓱𝔂 𝓪𝓶 𝓘 𝓼𝓾𝓬𝓱 𝓪 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴? • writing about my IRs is very entertaining ok • i have been in love with this silly blond boy since i was 8 and i am not about to stop now • based off the films :thumbs up: cuz my IR is. its cool (original only on wattpad, any other versions have been copied without author permission)

Divenire (Italian, intrenitive verb): to become or grow to be. 𝙄'𝙢 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙛𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙚, 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙛 𝙞𝙩 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩𝙨- Josephine Sebastian-Achilles Sallow is many things. The Western Woods have been myth to them for as long as they can remember. A land of fiction, fairy tales strewn across rolling hills and endless forests like lights in winter. Yet somehow, someway, that famed school located in the center of those mythical woods chose them. A letter sitting on their kitchen counter inviting them to the School for Good. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘮. For Good? Josephine Sallow is many things, but they're far from 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥. -𝘽𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙛 𝙄 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙, 𝙄'𝙢 𝙖𝙡𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙙. • all characters belong to Soman Chainani, with the exception of Jo Sallow or any other stated original characters • will include books 1-3 upon completion • contains harsher/brute language and later possible descriptions of gore, you have been warned! • yes this is a self-insert i have no shame and I refuse to buy any (original only on wattpad, any other versions have been copied without author permission)

"I know you want to think they're a good person. People always do. But the truth of the matter is: they're not, and they never have been, and they never will be." // 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭, 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭-- Jolyne wears a heavy coat. Time has treated them cruelly, marring their features with scars and blood. Time has made them twisted, and wrong, and unnatural. Time has fought to kill them as hard as they've fought to stay alive. Cairnholm has made them kind, and gentle, and merciful-- a privilege before unknown. The same hands that once shed blood now turn pages of bedtime stories, and mold clay beside passive-aggressive deadrisers, and tend gardens. Their scars have faded. Their titles are buried. Yet when the descendant of an ex-loop member stumbles into their safe little world, something shakes loose in Jolyne's carefully built walls, and they're keen to remind the monsters that hunt their friends why they were once known as the King of Ghosts. Or, in which Jolyne Stoker learns that silence cannot heal, but the blond necromancer might just do the trick. -𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞. // • all characters belong to Ransom Riggs, with the exception of Jolyne Stoker and other mentioned original characters, & follows the plotline of the books • cover by the ever lovely @/MURDERMUSICAL, aka flo ( who is no longer active on Wattpad) • will include books 1-3 upon completion! • contains harsher language!! you have been warned!! • yes this is a self insert, i have no shame and i refuse to buy any // Started: October 2021 In Editing: May 2024 Finalized: N/A (original only on wattpad, any other versions have been copied without author permission)