There is a particular kind of loneliness that comes from being seen but never truly noticed. From living so quietly, one begins to fade into the walls around. To know this grey existence well is to know the weight of wanting something just out of reach. But what happens when the walls open? When one is lead through a door that shouldn't exist? When one steps into a world that offers everything a grey life had denied---colour, attention, and recognition? What if it demands something one is yet to understand? Or, in which a girl bored of her colourless, mundane life finds an alternate world where everyone seems to be a reflection from wonderland. Inspired by Coraline

The Red String of Fate was a myth that was whispered between the souls and the skies. It said to guide two destined hearts across lifetimes, undeterred by distance or time. But belief is a fragile thing. To tether one's sense of self to a thread is to be haunted by the silence at the other end. Yet still, hands reach--for fate only weaves through hearts willing enough to be bound. Inspired by "the flowers bloom" by @rainsoughtflowers

It's hard enough when you're not only trying to survive the Borderland's games every other day, but also the fact that you've fallen for a pretty man with a horrendous attitude. OR a Chishiya x Reader where you hope it isn't true that all promises are made to be broken.

It's been on your mind for a while, but you wonder if the moon always looked this bright back in the real world. Or whether it would still look this bright when you returned. OR Book 2 of Friends with Benefits!