Words are futile devices status :: open! 🦢 swannluvr / 2026

Wesley Moran is terrible at being evil. Unfortunately for him, he's expected to take over his father's supervillain empire. When the mean girl at his high school discovers his secret alter ego as the Phantom, a bargain is struck up - pretending to date as revenge on Iris's ex boyfriend, who just so happens to be the Phantom's rival. But as tensions brew between an anti-superpower political party that involves Iris's father, a rising rogue villain, and Iris's own developing abilities, their high school drama soon becomes the tip of the iceberg in a world of not overcoming evil, but outdoing it. [BOOK 1 IN THE VILLAINOUS VIRTUES SERIES] [COVER BY NIGHTWVNGS]

Roman Kerr thought he knew everything about the woman he married. He was wrong. - An entry for Open Novella Contest | Prompt: 28 & 29.

The fate's already fucked me sideways Swinging by my neck from the family tree. regulus black / 2026

It's the emptiness that follows you down. ❪ Bucky Barnes 𝓧 Fem!OC ❫ ❪ Pre-Civil War ─── Thunderbolts* ❫ ❪ Cover by @kissteeth! ❫

Strange house we must keep and fill. House that eats, and pleads, and kills. ▍ AN ORIGINAL STORY ╱ historical romantic melodrama! Cape Iris was swathed in lilacs and lilies. A small land of pure fragrance. A honey scene of air soft dandelion tuffs encased by a large pool of Himalayan salt and ivory sand beaches. The Chevaliers ruled that place. (The Chevaliers ruled the world.) Whispers were harsh, tones full of lead at the mention of the Chevaliers wealth. They were gold emblemed, star-studded, but there was something about them. Something the world raised their necks, clearing the ears, eager to know. What do you know about the Chevaliers? Nothing. No one knows a thing. Some said the father had multiple wives. Some said the mother had a lobotomy. Some said the son had a drug problem. Some said the daughter murdered the Lowry boy. But everyone talks. So does money. And the Chevalier's had a lot of it. But no one could pay Killian Alcott, esteemed writer, enough to keep his fingers off the typewriter and his prying eyes away from the Chevalier's that dreaded Summer of 1954. But there was one Chevalier in particular that left an impression. Call it a mark. A wound within flesh. A narrowed confession only spoken between two. And that single impression doomed the Chevalier name. Isn't that the best part of a story? The tragedy. ❪ m!oc & m!oc ❫ ❪ f!oc & m!oc ❫ 𓊝 written by april PEARLJARS © 2024 COVER by the amazing @morstern ❤︎

I remember how seeing the shape of your mouth that first time, I kept staring until my blood turned to rain. Some things take root in the brain and just don't let go. Wednesday.

Oh, drunken Gods of slaughter, you know I've always been your favorite daughter. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ THG / Finnick Odair. 2024 © frivolouse COVER BY kins / lukecasteIIan

Dirty cash, I want you, dirty cash, I need you. original work : oc x oc © depaysement 2026