Scar transfers schools and meets the troublemakers that have ruled over the high school for 2 years, they had no mercy over any student there. The avian however saw something in scar, he felt awfully familiar to him.. but from where? || I suck at descriptions I'm sorry, give it a chance though! Can't be that bad right? || Attention!! the people shipped in this story and just the characters of the real life people. I'm not shipping the real life people, just their characters!! [ The Story cover isn't mine, I don't know the artist but if they come across this and want me to take it down I will! ] #1 Listeners on 14.8.2023 #1 Tokyo soul seen on 17.1.2024 #2 desertduo on 7.2.2024

Pearl grows tired of the wrongs committed by the leaders of her country, known as the Lords of Misharin, and decides to do something about it with the help of some friends who are trapped in the Lords' Life Games with her.

What if Double Life had gone a bit differently? What if Scar found out something he originally never did? How differently would that season have gone? T/W- lots of angst, injury and death. If you're not comfortable please don't read --- This book is written for @Luna_and_Fandom as part of @Always_Indigo 's Secret Santa event! Enjoy! T/W- Blood (gore?), a few swears, main/minor character death. Book cover does not belong to me. Currently can't find original artist.

When the Watchers breach Hermitcraft, chains and masks drag Grian back into the void. The hermits refuse to let him go without a fight, but even rescue is only the beginning. Some tethers cut deeper than any chain.

Ren loved running around with his brother, or hanging out with his boyfriend, Doc. Ren loved his life, even if it was half-terrible. However, in the matter of a day, Ren loses everything-his friends, his family, Doc. He needs to find them, and rebuild a completely new life. Doc always had a tendency to tinker with all the machines in the reality lab-a building dedicated to reality scientists. Doc loved his job, and loved Ren even more, though he could only spend a third of his time at most with Ren cause of his job-being a reality scientist was a full time job. After messing up once, he put everything and everyone in danger. Art is NOT mine, it belongs to Null2947 on X/Twitter

Grian is a troublesome hybrid parrot prince in the Jungle Kingdom, where it's just about time for him to be married, or at least have a romantic with someone else. However, after causing a considerable amount of damage to some of the farms in the Tundra Kingdom, he gets sent to be married off to Tango, their own hybrid prince, just finished his crowning ceremony. Oh yeah I drew the title picture myself but it looks kinda sad now that im looking at it- There might be bits that I forgot to put a TW on, with gore and maybe poison? Be sure to read the prologue that is not exactly important but READ IT ANYWAY! And remember to charge your device(I ran out of battery several times while writing this) and take care! （╹◡╹） 9/28/25 2# in Hermitshipping Guys what in the world is teenfic.net they literally made a copy of every single story on wattpad but as far as i know no one on wattpad writes on it so

I saw me recently about people going to certain businesses and pretending like they were injured and stuff and I think it was a comedian but it's based off of that

⚠ Cover Art Isn't Mine ⚠(I wish it was though like, DAMN! talent!!! When Mumbo Jumbo died unexpectedly his best friend, Grian, never recovered. He'd locked himself in his house and hasn't left it for six entire months. All the other hermits were worried sick about him, and the only one who hadn't given up, hadn't lost hope, was Scar. He still showed up at Grian's door every single day. Could Scar save Grian from the massive hole he'd dug for himself, or had he gone too far to come back? Total word count: 47, 172 Started: July 22, 2022 Ended: August 24, 2022 This is offiacially on AO3 under the same name! I also have the same name on AO3 :)

Currently in the middle of a massive rewrite, as I really hate this rn. lol. dont like the oc, dont like the way its written, dont like how far away I strayed from my outline (tho tbh when do I not)

They say legends don't die - they just vanish when the world no longer deserves them. That's how it was with Xelqua. The best racer anyone had ever seen - no, felt. You didn't just watch him drive; you felt it in your bones, in the way the air seemed to bend around him and the roads turned to liquid silver under his tires. Some called him reckless, others called him untouchable, but everyone agreed on one thing: Xelqua wasn't human behind that wheel. He could thread through traffic like wind through the trees, drift around corners at impossible angles, and leave the competition choking on the echo of his engine. They say he raced not for fame, not for money, but because the road called to him - like it was alive, whispering only his name. Then came the night of the accident. No one knows exactly what happened. Some say his car caught fire mid-race, others whisper he went off-road chasing something no one else could see. When the smoke cleared, there was nothing left. No wreck. No body. Just tire marks that ended in dust. Since then, people have been arguing - did he retire? Did he die? Or did he simply become one with the machine, driving roads the rest of us will never see? All I know is this: his car, that sleek midnight racer they called Ghostline, vanished with him. Custom built, tuned to outrun anything on the ground - even the cops couldn't catch it. And trust me, they tried.