Twinkle, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are! Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky. Twinkle, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are! ×∆×∆×∆× "What made you like this?" Steve asked, "What are you?" The Thing laughed, "What made us this way? What gave you sunny hair and pale skin? What gave you blue eyes and shaped face? Human, you dare ask that question when you are more unnatural than us." ×∆×∆×∆×∆×∆×∆×∆×∆×∆×∆×∆×∆×∆×∆×∆×∆× Trigger warnings graphic depictions of gore and death. Mentions of child and substance abuse. If these things make you uncomfortable, I highly suggest you don't read. I do not own Marvel, I only own my own characters and their stories.

Caelum Forest hated three things. 1. His birth name, Algol. It literally meant "Head of a Goat", or alternatively, "Demon God." Half the time, he didn't know which was worse. 2. Tardiness. Caelum valued time and how one spent it. He was a firm believer in that in order to get respect, you must first give it. Therefore, he respected people's time, and they respected his in response. 3. Peter Parker. Caelum couldn't stand Peter Parker. Not how he looked or how he sounded. Yet, Peter insisted on being Caelum's friend. Caelum hated three things, but he could control these three things. He could control what people called him and how he managed his time. He could manage. But Peter? Peter stuck to him, stubbornly, and wouldn't seem to let him out of his possession. °·°·°·°·°·°·°·°·°·°·°·°·°·°·°·°·°·°·°·°·°·°·°·°·°·°·°·°·°·°·°·° I do not own Spider-Man, Marvel does (or at least, this version). I only own Caelum Forest and his story. Trigger Warning: Mentions of substance abuse, verbal abuse, and sexual assualt. If you are uncomfortable with these topics, I highly advise you do not read.

°°° just a poem book nothing more and nothing less and a little dark °°°

Ekka didn't blink. She didn't say a word. She didn't even cry. She simply laid back on her bed and turned away from Xavier. "Ekka? Do you understand? We can get you help." "I should have killed you when I had the chance," Ekka finally said, loud enough for the man to hear. ~.•*•.~.•*•.~.•*•.~.•*•.~.•*•.~.•*•.~.•*•.~ I do not own X-Men, Fox does. All I own is Ekka and her story. COMPETED: 4/23/2018

Different, according to the Merriam-Webster dictionary is defined as, "partly or totally unlike in nature, form, or quality." Different, according to society is defined as, "Something wrong that is unusual and needs to be expunged from the society." Aster is different. Aster is unusual. Aster will not be destroyed. Ω.Ω.Ω Aster Green had one job. To influence the minds of Aaron Hotchner and Jason Gideon, or eliminate them. It was simple, it was easy. So, how did it go so differently than they planned? Ω.Ω.Ω.Ω.Ω.Ω.Ω.Ω.Ω.Ω.Ω.Ω.Ω.Ω.Ω.Ω.Ω.Ω.Ω.Ω.Ω I do not own Criminal Minds, CBS does, nor do I own Maximum Ride, James Patterson does. However, I do own Aster, so I hope you enjoy.

They made her do it - Emblym swears it on her life. She didn't want any of this, she didn't want this responsibility, they expected too much! Emblym didn't want to be this - what they turned her into. Emblym wanted the voices to go away. To stop talking to her. To stop making her kill people. But, at the same time, she enjoyed it. The exhilaration, the thrill. She yearned for another kill. The sight of blood was revolting and beautiful at the same time. Do you understand now? Emblym can't help it when she takes their heads. • ♠️♣️♥️♦️• ♠️♣️♥️♦️• I do not own Avengers, Disney does. Neither do I own Alice In Wonderland, which was originally written by Lewis Carroll. I do own Emblym, so please enjoy. Trigger Warning: Mentions of gore and death.

"Ekka, don't you want to play with the other kids?" Jean asked as she entered the room where Ekka had been hiding away, only staring out a large window. "No thank you," she said softly, not taking her eyes away from the children who had been taking advantage of the sunny day, and was playing loudly. "Why not? It's a nice day outside." "... They do not like them.." "Don't like who?" "My friends. They are... Scared of them." ~.•*•.~.•*•.~.•*•.~.•*•.~.•*•.~.•*•.~.•*•.~.•*•.~ I do not own X-Men, Fox(?) does. All I own is Ekka and her story. COMPLETED: August 16, 2017

As I've said before, I don't only have the 14-16 fanfics that I have posted. In fact, I have nearly thirty. But, half of them I didn't like how it turned out, or didn't enjoy writing after a while. And now, after a lot of thought and whining-mostly from my beta listener(my sister whom I read my stories aloud to and she judges them)-I have decided to share those stories. ... (This is where you're supposed to gasp) *GASP*. Thank you. Theses stories ranges in categories. Some of them are anime ones, or one direction ones (oh god, no), or maybe even television shows like Steven Universe. Oh, and a lot of theses stories literally just stop. In fact... All of them do. So, when you get to the end... Don't get disappointed when it just cuts off... Please. This is basically my old-fanfic grave yard for all my dead OC's. If you would like to use them, then be my guest, but otherwise enjoy~.

Falling; an odd, dangerous sensation. To some, it makes them sick to their stomachs. Others, it is like an alternative to getting high. Falling could be down a flight of stairs or maybe into your soon-to-be lover. But for Three, it was the reason her life changed right before her eyes. *^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^* I do not own Avengers, Marvel does. Nor, do I own Maximum Ride, James Patterson does. But, I do own Three and her back story. So, please enjoy. *^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^* COMPLETED: 1/7/2017 COMPLETED EDITING: 2/27/2017

"Haven't you heard!? I'm crazy, duh!" ¥.¥.¥.¥.¥.¥ Aries is a high-functioning, intelligent sociopath who found Ciel Phantomhive and his butler Sebastian Michaelis very entertaining. After a very... Strange introduction, Aries decided to join them with solving mysteries and deciding what truly makes humans... Well, human. ¥.¥.¥.¥.¥.¥ "Why is it that you are here again?" Ciel asked, rather irritated as she hang off the end of her chair. "You need me," Aries giggled. "Who else is going to tell you that someone is going to kidnap us in ten seconds!" ¥.¥.¥.¥.¥.¥.¥.¥.¥.¥.¥.¥.¥.¥.¥.¥.¥.¥.¥.¥.¥.¥.¥ I do not own Black Butler, I only own Aries. ¥.¥.¥.¥.¥.¥.¥.¥.¥.¥.¥.¥.¥.¥.¥.¥.¥.¥.¥.¥.¥.¥.¥ HIGHEST RANKING: #508 in Fan Fiction