Zharia Merlock fell from the sky. She now owned the name 'Fallen Star'. Now when you looked up at the sky, a star seemed to be missing from Orien's Belt. As she wandered about the city, she was discovered by a secret Government, who tested on unnatural beings. They had captured her, and held her hostage in a small cell, which she called... "Hell".

[Major Editing Coming Soon] A rising tension. A waning moon. Shady, skeptical beings. An underwater dynasty, crumbling at the fists of rebelling forces. Nestling just off the rocky, tourist-swamped coasts of Guadeloupe lies an aquatic, mythological world, know to the ill-fated that reside there as Miraja. For seven years it has kept quiet, isolated and out of human reach. Until one sticky, summer night, when restless Lanakila Maurs and a hurricane unknowingly fall prey to magic lurking beneath the surface. As much as she likes to persuade herself into thinking otherwise, Lana still hasn't moved past her mother's unexplainable disappearance seven years ago. However, a newfound tail, a cunning cast of characters, and a perplexing Spell tattooed on her arm just might do the trick- that is, if the world under Guadeloupe isn't but a dream. ⓒ Copyright 2015. All Rights Reserved.

Mark and Jack comfort one another when all they want to do is die. Short, sad Septiplier One-shot. A transfer of my writing from Archive of Our Own I do not own the picture, a great artist by the name of "shuploc" on tumblr made it.

Mark and Jack seem like such a lovely couple, with everything going for them. What could possibly go wrong?