Explore the desire for peace in the lenses of a man in perpetual madness and truth. A Myriad of Toeless Women is an allegorical depiction that questions the meaning of human worth. Credits: ME. All written work is done by me. Do not steal this. This will not be published on any other platform.

AN ALASTOR FANFICTION FROM HAZBIN HOTEL Hexxa Nightshade a struggling 20th-century radio broadcaster, sells her soul to a demon overlord for fame and power. When her success comes at the cost of her soul, she kills herself, only to find her soul still bound to the same demon in Hell. Desperate for freedom, Hexxa forms an alliance with Alastor, the Radio Demon, who offers her power and a chance to become an overlord in exchange for her loyalty and newfound abilities. While pretending to serve him, Hexxa secretly plots to overthrow the demon who controls her soul. As they work together, Hexxa and Alastor grow closer, and the lines between loyalty and obsession blur. Torn between vengeance and her growing feelings for Alastor, Hexxa must decide if she's willing to sacrifice everything for the power to reclaim her soul. (I do not own any rights to the characters from the show, it's just a fanfiction.)

DARK ROMANCE SCENES IN LATER CHAPTERS MAY BE SENSITIVE TO READERS! When nurse Aurelia treats a mysterious patient, she catches the eye of Slater-a deadly vigilante who's never allowed himself to care for anyone. But his obsession with Aurelia Sinclair is instant, and it breaks every rule he's sworn to follow. As danger closes in, Slater must choose: protect the woman who's become his weakness, or walk away before his world consumes her. This story contains... ~abuse ~sex ~stalking ~drugs/drinking ~language ~psychological manipulation ~human trafficking ~slavery Read at your own discretion.

Hunt or be hunted. Live or die. Be Them or be nothing. It's Hunting Season, and blood begins to flow down the streets. When the top of the Leaderboard Hunter gets hunted down, his life begins to unravel. His cravings begin to control him as death seeps from his fingers. In an attempt to fight the odds, he must fight one last battle, but this might cost him the last of his humanity. **Credits: All writing, plot, and characters are written by ME. **Cover by @Lasophie79 **Do not steal this idea! It will only ever be posted on Wattpad. **Reader's discretion advised. Please read the warning chapter before proceeding on. Enjoy. Leave a comment. Leave a vote.

"Every story needs a girl worth killing for." "You're wrong. It's a girl worth fighting for. "Not in our story darling, and this is only the beginning." ~~~ She was never meant to die. She was chosen. The final girl.

Batman's pookie has been missing for the last 2 months, until one day he gets a very normal letter from the joker asking him to meet in a new fighting spot. To batman's surprise no fighting took place, but something much more deeper and bigger than that (that's what she said) Will batman get over himself, and date the twink of his dreams? or will he spiral into the self pitting mess he has always been? idfk why you askin me??? read the goddamn fic if you wanna know that badly jeez

At the age of 7, Bruce thought he had the world. By the age of 8, he'd lost that world. Orphaned in a city that devours the weak, Bruce is left to navigate the cold, corrupt underbelly of Gotham-a place ruled by backstabbing tycoons, power-hungry mobsters, and those eager to carve up what's left of his father's empire. With Wayne Inc. crumbling and vultures circling, his only anchor is Alfred Pennyworth, the aging, frail but unwavering guardian who remains fiercely loyal in a world without mercy. Will he grow up to take Wayne Inc. to new heights? Can Bruce rise to reclaim the legacy of Thomas Wayne? Will this boy be able to grow up into a man? This is the origin of a boy who found solace in science, magic, and mystery-who idolized Harry Houdini and Sherlock Holmes. The story of a mind sharpened by loss and curiosity.. of a body forged by discipline and iron-will. A story of the boy behind the Dark Mask. The man that grew up to be a machine, the devil of Gotham, the Batman. Before the mask, before the myth... The making of the Batman.

I love writing (shitty) poetry, now you're gonna be forced to read it whether you like it or not ♡ P.S I do accept constructive criticism