!𝕄𝔸ℕ𝔾𝔸 𝕊ℙ𝕆𝕀𝕃𝔼ℝ! 𝙸𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚂𝚑𝚒𝚋𝚞𝚢𝚊, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚖 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚍, 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚘𝚓𝚘-𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗, 𝚢𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎. 𝙽𝚘𝚠, 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚖𝚢. 𝙸𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢, 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝. 𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛. 𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎.

When Annabelle, a young eighteen year old is sent to her grandmothers attic to fetch something she discovers some old photographs and newspaper clippings from 1919. The dates go back to when her grandmother was a child and lived out her own teenage years among the blinders fears. After speaking with her grandmother about the men in the picture her curiosity gets the better of her and and decided to do some further investigations. However nothing would ever prepare her for the journey she was about to begin.

don't talk to strangers or you might fall in love.

𝐭𝐢𝐦 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐲 ❝ somehow my dead black heart beats for you ❞ ──── 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 Solomon Addams causes havoc and is transferred to Nevermore Academy with her twin sister Wednesday Addams. Nothing is as it seems, everyone is hiding something, something is lurking in the shadows ready to pounce. 𝐎𝐑 ──── 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 Solomon and Wednesday Addams go on the ride of their lives to uncover the truth and maybe find love on the way. 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒: completed {01.12.22-08.05.23} 𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄: the addams family 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓: netflix's wednesday s1 ✓ 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐒: female!oc 𝓍 xavier thrope 𝓍 male!oc wednesday addams 𝓍 enid sinclair 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒: none 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: #𝟏 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐲 (𝐚𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑) #𝟐 𝐢𝐧 𝐱𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞 (𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑) #𝟑 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚 (𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑) #𝟐𝟓 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐲𝐝𝐞 (𝐟𝐞𝐛, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑) 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐒: cover by me, image not mine. © 𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲𝐚𝐱𝐬𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐥, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑

"so you're saying that you can win her heart in eleven days?" "11 days, 11 hours and 11 minutes from now." childe tartaglia x fem!reader highschool AU warnings: - strong language - mild sexual content art on cover: tiniditii on Instagram

❝ I can promise you, I'm not going to fall in love with you anytime soon. ❞ Leon scoffs dismissively, almost taking offense to the possibility of it. I roll my eyes, holding up my pinky. ❝ What is that for? ❞ ❝ A promise. ❞ ❝ Doesn't that seem a bit childish? ugh, whatever. ❞ He sighs, looping his pinky along with mine. Illa is only beginning to move past her previous break up when she finds out her ex is getting married; devastated, she finds refuge in playing resident evil games. Only one day she finds herself trapped in the universe of resident evil itself.

She hated him the moment he walked into her life...uninvited, cold, and way too handsome for her own safety. He claimed her like a storm claims the sea. Not gently. Not softly. But with force that made her knees tremble. "You can't force me to be your wife," she snapped, lips red with rage. "Then run," Leon said, stepping closer, voice like warm danger, "but I'll still own your shadow." Stark Aaira was born into luxury, used to glitter and games. She partied too late, kissed too carelessly, and trusted no one. Especially not men who wore suits like armor and looked at her like sin. Leon Scott Kennedy wasn't just a man. He was the man...the devil the mafia feared. Cold. Sharp. Broken in places no one dared to touch. And now, he owned her for 365 days. At first, all they did was argue. Her rebellion was loud, stubborn, messy. His silence was deadlier than a bullet. But then came a night when she kissed him first...out of fury, out of confusion. And he kissed back like she was the only thing worth ruining. Their kisses were fire. Their fights were foreplay. And their nights? A mess of tangled sheets, bruised lips, whispered names. He never kissed her soft, and she never let him win easy. But in between the rough hands and locked gazes, there were moments... Moments when he tucked her hair behind her ear and didn't say a word. Moments when she touched his scars and didn't ask where they came from. "You confuse me," she whispered one night, bare skin to bare skin. "Good," he said, brushing his thumb along her jaw. "I hope I burn you alive." Every night, he sat in the dark with one song on repeat, his head bowed, cigarette untouched in his hand: 🎵"I've been through hell And I don't wanna go back You say you love me But what kind of love is that?" It was more than music. It was his confession. And maybe, Somewhere between rebellion and ruin, they begin to fall... Not fast. Not clean. But real.

"We've been having trouble lately with villains entering our school grounds and school events. Let's say that one of these days after your hired they attack the place. Without a quirk like the rest of us here, what are you planning to do in that situation?" ((I haven't made one of these before so bear with me!)) (((Also I did not make this cover art, credit to the person who did, you are gifted!)))

In a world drained of color, life is lived in shades of grey, literally. No one knows what red feels like, or how blue could calm you, or what green even looks like. That is, not until you meet your soulmate. You've long given up hope on ever seeing the world in color. After all, how likely is it to run into your soulmate in a city full of strangers? Especially when your life is ordinary, and his... isn't. Jensen Ackles has everything, fame, fans, a world that worships him, but it's all in black and white. He's spent years on sets full of painted illusions, pretending to live stories more vibrant than his own reality. Until the day your eyes meet. In one instant, the world explodes into color. But finding your soulmate doesn't mean everything falls into place. With cameras always watching, a world that wants a piece of him, and your very different lives colliding, the question remains: is love enough to bring color to the rest of your future?