Merfolk were the very foundation of Shota Aizawa's childhood. Growing up with an absentee mother and a father who worked hard to keep them comfortably afloat, Aizawa found himself growing up faster than most kids his age. Mature beyond his years, he still derived joy from the stories his father would tell him at night. Sitting on the end of his bed, his dad would spin tales of finned creatures who convened with dolphins and wrestled sharks. Shimmering scales and magic that surpassed what was thought to be possible with quirks alone. Stories of seashell hoards and kingdoms built of colorful coral and carefully polished stone. It was one of the few things Shota could look back on and smile. The mere mention of them brought a light feeling to his chest and a shine to his eyes. Though, he never would've thought those myths could be true. (I do NOT own the cover art)

Wilhelm is a riveting psychological thriller about the darkness lurking within us all. Peyton Meryl, a strong-willed, powerful, spiritual leader in her community meets wise, intriguing, and mesmerizing handsome Wilhelm at a New Year's Eve party. Soon after their encounter her perception of what's truth and moral starts to change. What if lies are now the truth? Everyone in Peyton's life who shows goodness, finds that every secret they hid safely away, is exposed in Wilhelm's "light". Wilhelm unmasks that true horror isn't a monster hiding in the dark, but being allowed to see deep within a human heart. ©2019 Wilhelm WhoIsWilhelm.com

Enjolras has had a crush on Grantaire for five years. And for five years, he's thought about how stupid that is. He knows he has no chance with Grantaire, who spends his days drinking and dating a flurry of women. He isn't even out of the closet yet, and has no real plans to be- until an unexpected encounter with Jehan throws him head first into trouble. - I originally posted this to AO3 but hell, might as well post it here too

Enjolras loved his country more than anything. Or so he thought, until his feelings for a particular member of the Amis began to surface. He could not help but love him until the very end. This is my theory about Enjoltaire and yes, it does follow canon, so be prepared for feels.

"Give me ten days, and I can give you ten reasons not to die." Evan paused. "And if I can't change your mind by then, you can go jump off that cliff."

(THIS STORY IS DISCONTINUED, EXPlained BELOW) "Let's play dolls under a cherry blossom tree but one doll got run over and lost both her feet another one got bit and bled to death another one left and never came back Let's play dolls where no one will roam near this old abandoned home they say the ghost come out at night and two got killed out of fright. No one will know about you and me So let's play dolls under a cherry blossom tree." *** Preview from Chapter One; She woke up in a cold sweat, facing an unfamiliar room. Dust piled a mile high, making her sneeze and her eyes itch. The door to the room creaked open, and a tall woman with a Barbie mask on, just above her top lip, peeked in. "Yay! The last dollie's awake! Now I can play!" The barbie sang in a annoyingly high pitched voice. "Who exactly are you, where am I, and why are my arms tied to this bed?" the girl asked, looking down at her tied hands. "Silly, silly. We must not waist time! I can't wait to play with my new dollies!" The Barbie sang in reply. From a pocket in her teacup dress she pulled out a syringe with a pink fluid inside. "Wh- what are you doing? Get away from me!" The girl protested, but to no avail, and screamed as The Barbie injected the scorching hot fluid into her neck and blood stream. "Sorry, dolly!" were the last high pitched words she heard before she passed out. * I'm sorry but I'm not going to continue this story, it doesn't interest me and I have ideas for different stories that I hope you will read. My apologies. Amazing cover by @Inkscopy, along with a banner by her Under the protection of Copyright © (THIS STORY IS DISCONTINUED AS STATED ABOVE)

Two kids, One disorder, One love.

Short poems and scoops of orpahned concepts/Ideas. #12 in poetry on 12/12/16 (Thank heavens and thank all the readers) Cover by @Princess_Lynx

❝ if all it is is eight letters, why is it so hard to say? ❞ - in which time heals wounds, and differences fade away. dramione post-wizarding war ii cover by @shishterian mxrvelous- © 2014

"i was thinkin' about yesterday, when you asked me why i stayed, with this, and i didn't answer you. i didn't answer you, because i don't know why i stay. nova?" "yea?" "would you like to run away with me?" {cover: @guyswithguitars } highest ranking: #21 in Poetry || completed || "shoot for the moon. even if you miss, you'll land among the stars"