Everyday around the world, children believe in the Guardians. They cannot possibly imagine what else is lurking in the shadows or flying with the wind. But soon they'll learn, because Pitch Black is returning with a bigger and far more extravagant plan. With the help of a teenaged girl, a witch, and possibly a smitten woman caught between worlds, Pitch is ready to face all the Guardians, new and old, and get rid of them once and for all. Cover created by SirisAnkh

A series of beginnings cut short. "What if"s that end stories before they begin. Assorted fandoms. Assorted pairings. ©iamanawesometaco

"I am Life and I am Death, I am Yin and I am Yang, I am Good and I am Bad and I am In Between. I am Balance, and I do not take kindly to being tipped." Oneshot. May be continued, though I don't know what it would be.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Rise of the Guardians or the books by William Joyce that I just discovered. Only Angel Hearts and almost all of the plot is is mine. No stealing, it's copyrighted and you will be reported. My name is Angel Hearts. oh, and I am not your typical teenager. No, with the power to control love, I am anything but normal. The fact that I have been a 17-year-old street kid for 80 years, since the Great Depression, sets me apart from the rest as well. I am immortal, but I can still be seen by everyone, I guess because everyone believes in love. It sucks. But everything changes when I meet the Guardians of Childhood. WARNING: has some language. Read at your own risk.

One day, I found myself unable to log out of Second Life. The next, I found myself in an oversized crow's nest surrounded by treasure with a pair of black wings attached to my back, when I could've sworn my race had been set to elf. The day after that, I forgot all about real life, and became the final boss of Dark Woods.

[Black Butler/Kuroshitsuji fanfiction; OC] I, Quinn Cairay, am the Undertaker's apprentice. He found me in the gutter five years ago, half-dead. Apparently I have such a "strong soul", he wants to protect me from any "thieving demons", so I work with him as his junior-mortician-slash-errand-boy. Or something. I also do a good deal of information collection on the side for his informant business. Of course, he always sends me away before any customers come. Sometimes I wonder what he's hiding from me. Other times, I wonder why he took me in in the first place. The rest of the time, I wonder how I got to be so good at doing makeup and tying corsets. That one, I definitely know the answer to. Hehehe.

{ pjo fanfic ; Percy perspective ; a chaos fic, but not } My name is Percy Jackson. I'm a general of a galactic army that defends the universe. Of course, I didn't get there without hard work. Being a former son of Poseidon means nothing when you're part of such an army, especially when some of your comrades are actual gods. It took roughly three years of sweat and blood and an ungodly amount of triumphs in against-all-odds battles before I was instated as Third General, seventh-most powerful after one entity and one entity alone. Peace. (And then Order, and Khaos, and Xieltal, and my cousin... but hey, I'm in the top ten!) cover art credits go to the creator <aka not me>

You thought Meghan had it hard, being the daughter of King Oberon. You know what's worse? Being the illegitimate son of Queen Titania. [Iron Fey fanfiction; OC] [character song: basically anything by Marina and The Diamonds]

Kagamine Ukyo is wheelchair-bound, but that won't stop him from contributing to Class 3-E's plans to assassinate their hometown teacher! And maybe beating up a few rogue assassins while he's at it.

「 a hnkna fanfic 」 <Alysander Lyons>, king of a prosperous country that is flourishing under his rule, is too easygoing for his own good. Like, waaaaay too laid-back, almost the the point of carelessness and even recklessness, though his appearance is sobered by <The Scar>. Or, rather, that's the image he projects, at odds to his country's booming economy, blossoming parliamentary system, massive leaps forward in the areas of medicine and science, and, of course, the enormous, well-trained military force; after all, nobody's crazy enough to declare war against an unpredictable monarch who could wipe several other countries of equal or larger size off the map on a whim. And all this before the age of nineteen. So, really, it shouldn't come as much of a surprise that when he's invited down a rabbit hole by a man with bunny ears, he readily accepts. Where's the fun in being an all-powerful King if you can't skip out on your duties whenever you feel like it? hnkna © quinrose king tailor © the mamataco