For generations, Lunars, Enchants, and Obscures have strived to stay hidden from the human world. And, for the most part, they have, with the humans remaining blissfully unaware of their existence. They live amongst humankind as friends and colleagues, neighbors and classmates, and even as significant others. But the world is constantly changing... . . . "What have you done..." "I did what you were too weak to do." . . . "Why can't you just admit that you like me? That you want to be with me." "You're confused. I don't like you. Never have and never will." "I know you do. I know-" "You hope, I think you mean. You're so desperate for attention, it's nauseating. All you do is annoy me, and honestly it's no wonder that you're still single. I couldn't imagine anyone staying around long enough to be with you." . . . "Wolves mate for life." "If it's a life with you, I don't mind." Updates every Monday @ 5pm CST

a simple game wasn't supposed to lead to a series of murders. © NATSUUFT. a bangtan fanfiction. completed.

[A psychological thriller] When you can't even pay for a bottle of water, you might want a friend like Casper. This may be hard considering he's the God-given prophet of Seabrook high; the type of kid who offers existential philosophies on a Monday and spews poetry the next. Friends are a select few for Casper, and Holden doesn't have the right kind of luck for a golden ticket. But he isn't worried. After all, to win the heart of a prophet, all you need is intelligence. And intelligence is all he's got. Cover credit: Photo by Martin Stranka. Design by toska_. Trailer Credit: Clips from Xavier Dolan films. Made by me.

DISCONTINUED (probably will delete) After last year's room 196 had been destroyed in a fire, the new room 196 has just been finished on the opposite side of the school. Mr. Dabra has recently been hired to replace the retired, antagonizing Ms. Carry. All seems well this year for the new generation of GAT(Gifted and Talented) math students entering high school. Nothing can stop them from having a perfect freshman year, not even the evil wizards that lurk in the shadows, the witches that drop by for visits, or the monsters that interrupt the algebra 2 lessons. Absolutely nothing.