ä•thē•nä- goddess of wisdom, justice, prudent arts, and warfare; guardian of Athens; identified by the Romans as Minerva Life for Sherlock's daughter is difficult when she's just like her father. {currently going through editing.} content warnings: abuse, heavy drinking, swearing, violence

When Gilbert Nightray discovers a young woman bloodied and unconscious in a crime-ridden alleyway, he feels a compulsion to help her. Thus, he rescues her. However, upon her awakening, she is unable to remember anything about herself: who she was, what she had done, what had happened to her, or even her name. Nonetheless, the kind-hearted Gilbert promises to help her regain her memory, along with the assistance of the others of the Pandora organization. But as they begin to unravel ties of her past, they discover that it harbors truly dark and horrifying secrets that may have been better off forgotten. (I only own my original character and the general story-line. Everything else belongs to their rightful owners)

⚠️TRIGGER WARNINGS⚠️ "The mark of the immature man is that he wants to die nobly for a cause, while the mark of the mature man is that he wants to live humbly for one." - J.D Salinger (Y/N) was a good kid. Well spoken, gentle and book smart. She owed all of this to her dear uncle, but what she didn't know was what was going on behind closed doors. Ignorance is bliss, and sometimes that's the way it should stay. Thrown into the fray, (Y/N) needs to make a choice. Does she return to her dear old Papa with open arms, or does she take the bloodied hands of Ash and Shorter to fight against the impossible? (summaries kill me I s2g) ⚠TRIGGER WARNINGS⚠ .Homosexual/Homoerotic content (some people are closed minded) .Graphic Violence .Sexual references/Sexual Intercourse .Themes of Sexual abuse/Child abuse .Strong coarse language .Strong Drug references/use Etc...

What happens when the most cruel, cold-hearted, and violent Exorcist begins to experience a change in his emotionless heart? Even though he is unaware of this subtle, yet significant change a particular female Exorcist has caused, others notice, and don't take it very lightly. This poor young Exorcist has no idea what is in store for her~ {This takes place after Kanda's return in the Searching for A.W. Arc, specifically following the regaining of his Innocence. So Crystal-type Innocence has already been discovered as many other occurrences have already happened} (I do not own any of the original characters from the D.Gray-Man series. I only own my character: Zion Anastasia The picture in the cover does not belong to me. I edited it and added the title and author.)

Immersed in the stressful, always active atmosphere of Totsuki Culinary Academy, the few remaining ninety-first generation students have just barely skirted into their second year in the Highschool Division as the incoming first-years prepare to make their debut. To make it, one must rely on his or her own skills as a chef, no matter their cooking styles or food forte, and for some, the task is seems daunting and nearly impossible to conquer without the assistance of fellow chefs. Yet, such assistance leads to reliance and friendship, as witnessed in the budding relationship between second-year students Satoshi Isshiki of the Elite Ten and gentle, warm-hearted Harumi Sayuri. However, from such a youthful friendship, romance sparks, proving to be a taboo in the food industry. (I do not own Satoshi Isshiki or Shokugeki no Soma. I only claim ownership of my original character, Harumi Sayuri.)

Ilaria is the daughter of the chieftain of The Feroxi Tribe, a nomadic tribe of elves who, unlike their cousins, prefer to live on the land and commune with nature. In an attempt to unite the elves, Ilaria must marry the Elvenking of Mirkwood and leave behind her life in the wild to live the tame kept life of an Elvenqueen. Can she adapt to the civilized life of a queen and heal the grieving heart of Thranduil? *Shrug* who knows, read and find out :P

This used to be on my old account XxDarkSuccubusxX. I don't like summaries so I'm not writing one, have fun!! Still haven't decided if I want her to end up with Kurama or Hiei so feel free to voice some opinions on the matter.

"The first time we met, he tried to kill me." "The second time we met, she kicked me in the balls." "The third time we met was in front of the whole nation, clad in ceremonial garments, with a promise of undying love for each other." Alibaba Saluja only managed to blink in response, obviously at lost for words. He knew that the Kou Empire had its own way of being extreme, but this idiot couple took it to a whole new level. Ren Hyorin, wife of Prince Koumei, failed to remain dignified and burst into laughter that echoed past the walls of the courtroom. "Anything you want to say?" she barely managed to speak. "Um, first of all," the blonde paused and turned to Koumei. "I thought you were a shut-in virgin." Standard disclaimers apply! Illustrations belong to さと. Follow them on Pixiv! HIGHEST RANK: 2 /2600 in #Magi

Behind every great man is a great woman, that's how the saying goes. But how can that apply to our favorite bald hero? Simple, what if he had someone beside him even before the start of his grand adventure? Someone who had been a constant presence, an unrelenting beacon of support, and whom never failed to care and love him no matter what happened? Meet (Name) (Surname), or Mrs. Saitama as she's teasingly called by her friends ever since she married the adorable buffoon she calls a husband. Sure, he may not be the shiniest egg in the carton or have an office job and raking in a 6-digit paycheck, but you wouldn't have him any other way. Because while he may be a NEET to some people and a cheater to others, that will never change the fact that he was your hero...as you were his.

A calm focus washed over me as I stalked through the night with death at my heels. Death followed wherever I went, it was all I had ever known. I'd trained from the time I could walk in the art of assassination, learning techniques from various masters in various forms of martial arts. Loud raucous laughter from loose women trying too hard, and inebriated men poured from the pub. The nauseating scent of tobacco and the strong smell of alcohol hit me as I stepped into the pub. "...took it right out from under that giant oaf's nose..." I heard a bit of conversation from a table in the center of the packed pub, and so my target revealed himself, bragging about what he'd done. There were quite a few big-name crews present, might as well make this public. They needed to know, our crew wasn't to be trifled with. I slipped through the crowd of intoxicated men and women and stopped at the table in the center of the room fixing my gaze on a middle-aged man with wispy greying hair, a fat belly and the glossy gaze of one who'd had far too much drink. His jaundiced eyes swept up my body with a perverse smile, but widened when his gaze reached my face. "A-Alira!" He yelped and attempted to leap out of his chair but only managed to stumble back into it and cause it to slide back, scraping the floor loud enough to draw everyone's attention. "I'll pay it back-." "It's not about the pearls." I smiled sweetly. "It's not?" His voice went up an octave and I couldn't help but smirk as I noticed a visible quiver in his lips. "We've got plenty of money." I shrugged, "The problem here is that a dog such as yourself should know better than to bite the hand that feeds. We simply can't have that." Charles Vane X OC