A Joker Story - "Definitive Therapy" was commissioned and paid for by DC Comics for an anthology called The Further Adventures of The Joker to tie in with the first Batman movie.

{1st Place in the Other Category and 1st Place in the Favourite Ship Category --- 2014 Spring @SnKWattyAwards!} "We're trapped like pigs to the slaughter in these walls. Forsaken by God for disobeying his great laws of life—his chaste commandments." Aoife Callaghan and her father, Liam Callaghan are all that remains of their family after Wall Maria was breached and Titans rushed in; harvesting and devouring as many lives as they could get their massive, grimy hands on. It was on that very day that Aoife learned that there was no dream she so wanted more fulfilled than the disappearance of the wretched giants—vowing the rest of her life toward learning the proper fighting skills required to take down such creatures. Will she prevail and make her mark on the ranks of the Titans or will she fail and fall to them like her mother and eldest brother? "Your strength will come when you need it most. Whether that strength be through words or through brute force; it will come. A tree might lose its leaves, but each Spring, they bloom anew. In your life, there will be good times and bad times; however, it is your decision upon which will affect your mentality the most, Aoife."

"You can masquerade and dance about, veiling the truth only for so long ... before the spotlight shines on you and all those around are left to bear witness to your falsity." Tsuki Nomura. An average looking girl living in Tokyo, Japan, with a knack for playing the piano and entertaining others. She and her parents had been happily enjoying their pampered lifestyle on the upperside of Tokyo, until the night of Tsuki's first major solo performance ... when they encounter a young, rather swarthy fellow whom invites them to dinner. From that night on, the quality of their lives only declines.

"Hold me close, don't let go, watch me burn...In this Hospital for Souls." "...the one thing that is absolutely awful about being a reaper is the eyesight problems that come with it, he has decided. Even now, in the sunlight (the accursed sunlight, almost burning through his excuse for a skin), holding the stupid list two inches from his damn face, he is still having difficulty reading the names. "Jarrod Fineman," he murmurs aloud, still squinting at the paper. "Aged twenty five. Died on the 12th of March, 1894; cause of death... butter knife to the heart." His nose wrinkles as he connects the dots; the butter knife with the butler, the butler with the demon, the demon with the earl. It was evident - a business deal gone wrong, which had resulted in Jarrod's rather ignorant move to attempt to shoot Ciel Phantomive. The demon had moved without hesitation; the reaper had watched as he tore the man's throat open, while at the same time skewering him in the chest. Phantomhive looked on, completely unfazed, as the crimson blood pooled on the floor of the magnificent palace that he liked to call a mansion. Afterwards, he cleared his throat, and said to the butler: 'Clean it up. I have other business to attend to." Sebastian Michaelis had bowed dutifully at the waist, his demeanor totally serious. "Yes, my Lord." He had watched as Michaelis so very carefully mopped the floor, almost as if he were in cheerful ignorance about the corpse in front of him. He could not have known about the reaper in the room with him already, with his own strict expression, his wicked scythe in the form of a heavy axe. Watching him, ever moment that had unfolded, whilst judging the dead man secretly. He had already sent him to Hell..."

[ Hideyoshi x fem!OC, first person POV ] warnings: strong language, explicit content male gazey & triggering themes inside. ➽────────────────❥ Nagachika Hideyoshi roamed the 20th Ward in search of something more. While investigating the truth behind Kaneki Ken's disappearance, he befriends those that he never thought he would, discovering new emotions. It was uncharted territory, and his curiosity only led him further into this odd part of the human world. "I'm just a normal university student." I shrugged, glancing at her. She reciprocated with a sneer. "So am I." Uchiyama Mirélle was trying to get by in her everyday life, finding trouble in navigating through her feelings and strained history. While she's a closed book to most, she experiences a unique warmth in a candid guy who, more than not, shares the same interests that she does. ➽────────────────❥ a tokyo ghoul © ishida sui fanfic focuses on Hide x OC | OC-centric i own my characters, scenarios & plots. this is one of my first stories. genre: romance, adventure, and mystery. slow burn & long fic, so patience is a must when beginning this. achievements: #1 HideyoshiNagachika/ NagachikaHideyoshi #1 canonxoc #2 shojo, introspective #2 Hideyoshi • #6 TG 1st place in the Tokyo Ghoul Watty's '15. ♡

"And there's no room In This Hell, but there's no room in the next." ... Grace Harcourt is a bachelorette, and a very esteemed one at that; the only issue is, she seems to have trouble with doing what she is told, and also, holding her tongue. The black sheep of the family? Maybe. However, when she becomes acquainted with Gregory Violet, a bachelor in his own right and a master artist, she begins to entrust herself to him -- this man, so different, so cold, yet so capable of something else, something more. But is this the happy ending that Grace is looking for? Or is there something else lurking in the shadows that threatens to ruin everything? (cover by @violinfreakk) NOTE: This story was first published on the ninth of April 2015 -- meaning that any information that has been fabricated may conflict with subsequent chapters of the manga. Please remember this!

"I don't think people love me. They love versions of me I have spun for them, versions of me they have construed in their minds. The easy versions of me, the easy parts of me to love." Roxanne Westbrook believed love was a complex emotion; either it existed within beings, or individuals were void of true affection. Despite this ideal, her face was always plastered with a smile and her social butterfly status never seemed to falter considering the circumstances. Twenty-four with a stable career as an accountant at the renowned Brightfield Law Firm and surrounded by trusted friends, Roxanne was oblivious to the dangers lurking in between the minuscule cracks, and the perpetrators shrouded behind them. That was, until a devoted lawyer by the name of Levi Ackerman caught her attention at a local bar one night, who would then eventually hurl Roxanne into a horde of unrequited dramas, disturbing secrets, betrayal, and most importantly, one unexpected love story.

An Italian clothes making company and one of the most infamous wine producing franchises was left to its heir, Ezzelin Mondadori. After his parents' death, he was left for dead on the streets until a man---if that's what you'd call him---by the name of Jasper Airaghi found him and struck a deal. Ezzelin was a cynical child, even when his parents were alive; his parents had never showed him much affection, but his caretaker had given her life for him. Opening his heart's eye for nothing but vengeance and hatred toward the ones who had taken her life and his. Though there was a problem when it came to him accomplishing his vengeance . . . He didn't remember their faces, only their voices. Living in one of the largest cities in Italy, he'll have to search far and wide for his family and caretaker's murderers. There were some things to young Ezzelin's life that not even with the help of Jasper will he be able to overcome. "Plunged into a life of solitude; into a damnation of loneliness; and even thrown into the pit of darkness once more, I will fight for my lord!" (All props for the cover goes to @violinfreakkl. :3)

(discontinued) In the Shinobi World, a scarce amount of humans believe in the existence of yōkai. Hatake Kakashi is not one of them. However, he isn't exactly the type to bluntly state that they don't exist. After all, a world wherein peace is not a word that can easily be understood is a world with a whole lot more mysteries and therefore, also cannot be understood. During a mission in the Land of Iron, Kakashi, Obito, Rin and Minato find themselves crossing paths with a girl no more than two years younger than the three children. Unexpectedly, the bizarre and cruel weather hasn't killed her yet. It is no surprise that this young girl named Setsuko arrives in The Village Hidden in the Leaves with Team Minato and surprises even the Third Hokage with her long black hair, dark blue eyes, a ghostly white-- almost transparent complexion and a kimono of the same color as snow. Of course, no one really believes that Setsuko could actually be what she could be suspected of being: A Yuki-musume. But in a world where mysteries are meant to be kept, how can anyone say that the ethereal races of the yōkai are non-existent? As Rin, Obito and Kakashi teach her about everything there is to know about living in the village, the silver-haired young boy finds himself intrigued by basically everything relating to Setsuko. Although, with all of the fear Setsuko has always bottled up inside of her, it would sound much easier to befriend her than to actually be able to do it.

The Akiyama clan was once the most feared and sought out clan throughout the shinobi world, but after their "extermination" nearly twenty years ago, many are shocked to see a member arrive in Konohagakure. Is Ren able to fulfill her clan's wishes once she meets Sasuke Uchiha? Can she forsake who she was raised to be?