❝𝑻𝒐 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒛𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒐𝒎 𝒐𝒇 𝑨𝒑𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐'𝒔 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒕, 𝑰𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒖𝒔 𝒇𝒍𝒆𝒘; 𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒘 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒖𝒎𝒑𝒉 𝒊𝒏 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈. ❞ ( male oc x will herondale ) ✹ ☀ Charlie Starkweather was a wanderer with blood on his hands. For probation, he's taken to the London Institute; the sentencing for what he had done would have been more brutal had it not been for his age and family influence. Though he would rather have suffered death at the hands of the Clave than suffer painstakingly in his current state-a ghost to the world around him; smoke of the flames in his soul, surging out of his lungs. In his bitter spite, against the people who refused to believe his innocence, Charlie Starkweather was killing himself slowly. Unintentionally deliberate. All he wanted to do was fly, to be free, but even someone as bright and fiery as him needs to drown in the deadly blue waves of his inevitable demise. As flashing, jagged, and so blue as pansies. As alluring and dangerously wicked as the gaze of William Herondale. ( the infernal devices; clockwork angel - clockwork princess ) ( crossposted: quotev ) ( creds to @CASTIKLINE for the gorgeous cover! )

❝ 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉... 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊'𝒎 𝒖𝒑 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔. 𝒔𝒐 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒂𝒔... 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊'𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒔 ❞ ( male oc x lance mcclain ) ⭒✶⭒ Trent was born on Mars in the Red Planet's first-ever human community (funded personally by the Galaxy Garrison). Everyone on Mars knew about the Garrison and, when it was Trent's turn at the age of 18 to be called to Earth for an ambassador's meeting, he was surprised to see that they were famous too---the first successful mission, the one people brought up especially when the Kerberos Mission went sideways. Sure he's a tad distant from Earthen happenings, but Trent's content strutting his strut on the Blue Planet before going back to living among his small community on Mars. Unfortunately, his life nosedives when his first night on Earth is disrupted by several teenagers and he's dragged along for the ride. One thing leads to another and Toto, they're definitely not in Kansas anymore. Or the Milky Way galaxy for that matter. ( season one - season eight ) ( crossposted: quotev )

« Nous ne sommes pas nos parents » Elladora est la fille de Sirius Black. Elle ignorait tout de lui jusqu'à ce que sa famille lui révèle qu'il s'était évadé de la prison d'Azkaban. Ella va devoir faire face aux regards des élèves mais aussi à un grand danger...Sa troisième année à Poudlard et toutes celles qui suivront vont être plus mouvementées qu'elle ne l'avait prévue. Alors accrochez vous à vos nimbus, brossdurs, comètes et éclairs de feu et préparez vos baguettes; ce n'est que le début d'une longue histoire, l'histoire de la dernière Black... *L'univers appartient à JK Rowling. Cette fanfiction est la mienne et est majoritairement basée sur les livres de la saga.*

AVAILABLE ON QUOTEV AND AO3. Everyone knew Avery the Viper could have you upside down with your hair falling out and your clothes inside out before you could say Slytherin. You were a fool if you dare challenged her, or insulted anything or anyone she bothered to defend. Some were desperate to be in her good books, to be immune from her wrath and be safe under her iron-clad wing. Others despised her, as she was representative of everything evil in their minds, and if anyone had to be in allegiance with You-Know-Who from that group of snakes, it would be her. The rest feared her, like she was a ticking bomb, about to explode at any moment and destroy everything in her path. But the most disconcerting thing, for friends and foes alike? They only knew half of her identity: as Avery, the daughter of the pureblood, and the girl without a forename.

The summer of 1989 was supposed to be one of the best summers of DJ's life, but as soon as she encountered a certain clown on her walk home she knew this summer wouldn't be as expected.

it's just anatomy, you're only half of me. 2022 © auroetical cover by oceanbvlds harry potter x fem!oc

❝ in my heart i loved them both ── so dearly ── but in my mind i knew it could only ever be one of them. ❞ tung jae mi has always been in love with sirius black, but when her dynamic with his brother and her best friend, regulus, starts to change, she finds herself stuck in a love triangle and she has a feeling this isn't going to end well.

A perfect aristocrat. That's what Thomas Lestrange wants to be. A monster. That's what he truly is. Maybe he got that label from his parents, the most well-known (and most insane) Death Eaters rotting away in Azkaban. Or maybe he'll figure it out once he opens those doors that were meant to stay closed, walks the crooked path of fate, and realizes his true self isn't what he's thought it to be all these years. And maybe...just maybe, he'll find someone that can fight that madness within him, someone in the form of one shadowed wildfire: Ron Weasley. Someone who can play fire-with-fire with him and not get burnt. And everyone knows when fire meets fire, sparks fly.

Time makes you bolder, even children get older. And I'm getting older too. STRANGER THINGS ╱ autistic fem!oc © itsruiningmylife, 2020