. ୨⎯ She found me roots of relish sweet, And honey wild, and manna-dew, And sure in language strange she said- 'I love thee true'. ⎯୧ Magic exists in every corner of the world, a long lost art which outlasts persecution. It doesn't exist in any single form or person, too large to be contained by one. By the twentieth century, it seems to be only a myth. Minerva Amata doesn't take much pride in being mythical. A sentencing, a blight, a curse which brings nothing but trouble. For that reason, she takes on her existence utterly alone. Lonely beyond reason with a secret which belongs only to her. Only to her until a magnetic doctor saves her secret from being revealed, wrapping himself all too willingly into the mess she calls her life and turning all her convictions on their head. ୨⎯ And this is why I sojourn here, Alone and palely loitering, Though the sedge is withered from the lake, And no birds sing. ⎯୧ -pre-twilight - god knows when- ~formerly titled BURN!~ #3 in the twilight tag!! (30/11/22) #6 in the CarlisleCullen tag (02/25) #60 in the witch tag (02/25) #1 in the Carlisle tag (03/25)

. ୨⎯the morning sun is rising ⎯୧ . ୨⎯ it's kissing the day⎯୧ 🚧🚧🚧🚧synopsis under reconstruction🚧🚧🚧🚧 ୨⎯the wheel in the sky keeps on turnin'⎯୧ ୨⎯i don't know where i'll be tomorrow ⎯୧ [I got half way through rewriting this god awful synopsis and the app crashed- someday, I'll try again] ✱Dean Winchester fan fiction (1989-2020) © All Rights Reserved All characters besides the ones I created belong to CW enterprises. ⚠️Trigger warning ⚠️ This fic contains graphic violence, abuse, alcohol, coarse language, gore and other subject matters which may not be suitable for all audiences. ☒Unedited☒

"there's an angel on my shoulder, in my hand a sword of gold," Danny Singer grew up expecting to follow in her father's footsteps, to be a hunter with an axe to grind against everything murky in the world. Freshly eighteen, her view of her life, her family, her world turned on its head and Danny realized there was no place for it in any of it. At eighteen, she refused the call and left everything behind for a normal life. She expected something fulfilling, something real. A career, a family she could really belong to. She wanted it more than anything. A normal life didn't want Danny. Always two steps behind and just out of rhythm, with one eye over her shoulder. Eleven years later, her vigilance finally paid off and Danny found herself finally turning to face the life and family she'd left with no where else to run. "let me wander in your garden, and the seeds of love i'll sow." ✱Castiel fan fiction © All Rights Reserved All characters besides the ones I created belong to CW enterprises. ⚠️Trigger warning (gore, abuse, etc.) ⚠️ ☒Unedited☒

. ୨⎯ there is a crack in everything⎯୧ Lilith Morana could never claim to be a pacifist. Though for most of her life, she would have liked to. One way or another, she'd been fighting since the day she was born and she'd fight until the day she died. When she moved away from her family, it was at the end of her senior year. With forced bloody hands, she left and hasn't stopped running since. Ten years later, unfulfilled and angry at the world, she finally returns. Hoping to end the blight of the Morana family on the earth, with no exceptions. Arriving at the Hotel Cortez with the intent of waging her war on neutral ground, Lilith finds much more than she bargained for. The world has never been what it seemed and she's going to need to find a new place to take the last life. However, the last thing she expected in her fatal endeavours was the help of a smooth talking, century old aristocrat by the name of James Patrick March. . ୨⎯ that's how the light gets in⎯୧ ୨⎯ "You're the first sign of light I've seen in decades." ୨⎯"Funny. From where I sit, all I see are shadows." ୨Formerly titled Absinthe ୧ ୨Highest Rankings: #3: AHS, #6: AmericanHorrorStory

RICK GRIMES state of decay: book 1 Amelia Carver was a lot of things. Her grave would say wife, sister, friend. Following the end of the world, she found herself entirely detached from every part of herself. Her sister long lost, her husband dead, her friends the same. All her grave could say at this point, if she was lucky enough to have one, was survivor. Little did she know, that would be enough for her to find her way in the end times. Stumbling across the Greene family farm would change her life at its end more than she ever realized. In saving a young boys life, she would save her own too. ☠︎The Walking Dead: Season 2- starts slow :) ☠︎All Rights Reserved ☠︎If I'm doing my job right, you don't need to have seen the show to enjoy this. ☠︎Written in 3rd person, back and fourth between perspective ☢︎WARNINGS: Intended for a mature audience. Gore, Adult language, mentions of abuse. If you could handle the show, you can handle this. -If I stop updating, I'll be back when I start fixating on the walking dead again. It always comes back so fear not lol

☽ in starlit nights, i saw you ☾ ☽ so cruelly you kissed me ☾ Maeve Lynch grew up with fairy tales of witches and wizards, unicorns and fairies, magic and beauty. Every night before she went to sleep, her mother would tell her stories of another world filled with whimsy and sorcery. When she turned eleven, she realized every bed time story was rooted firmly in a reality that had been just out of her grasp, a reality her mother could never share in. Instead, her mother had prepared her to go off into a world she could never share in, for Maeve to go where she could never follow. The steps of Hogwarts were hallowed to the girl but she spent years trying to fall into step with her peers only to find her little life on its head, permanently setting her pace apart from her classmates leading her perfectly into step with a group of rowdy Gryffindors that would make upside down feel like a perfectly normal way to be. ☽ your sky, all hung with jewels ☾ ☽ the killing moon will come too soon ☾