hhhhhhh it's the fourth instalment to my danganronpa meme series. none of which i take credit for, i'm simply sharing them with the world obviously big ol spoilers for the entire danganronpa franchise

The Pack is a group of 6 great friends who always have fun together and knew everything about each, or so they thought. One day the group decided to experiment and do a modded survival series with a new and mysterious mod where it had to be multi player and you didn't control yourself, but the closest player to you. Everything was going fine until the next day where they all woke up on opposite ends of the world. Soon after the switch they find out that each of them had an unnatural ability that one else knew about. Now they need to work together and find a way to switch back before anyone else finds what happened to them, and not reveal each other's secrets.

(Mostly Old) (Mostly TordTom, to be honest, since Tord is mostly the top in these) Heyo everyone. I was bored and have to wait to make another story, so I thought 'you know what? I'm going to make a oneshot book!' So, yeah. I'll post about requests in the first chapter. Ranking: #289 in fanfiction- October 5, 2017 #292 in fanfiction- October 14, 2017

Noun, Plural: Flings /Fling/ A short period of enjoyment or wild behavior.

;:Dose True Love Really excised? Will Rob Ever Find the Right One? Probably Not:;

The world is black and white in many eyes. No one knows what it is like to see colour. After many years, people start to see colour. They are pushed away, though. They get tested on by scientists and bullied by students. Preston has opened up a new category. The Grays, they are called. Will he be able to help the world see that the Colours are fine? Or will he just be another one of them? This book will have no smut. Sorry people that want that, but just look at the description. Do you really think there will be any time for smut? Nope, not at all. There may be flirting and kisses, though, but who really knows?

Mitch doesn't take off his headphones. The little earbuds always understand him. Well, the lyrics playing through them. He sits back, struggling through senior year, alone as he likes it. But someone doesn't want him to be alone. Someone is tired of watching Mitch get beat up by life. That someone will find a way to talk to Mitch without lyrics and a beat behind him. He writes his own song, and it's the only one Mitch wants to listen too.

Tom adored him, but was afraid of being loved. Afraid of him. (Mature chapters¡)