"So far so good. the place was nice, and he was surrounded by people his age who all seemed to be interested in similar studies and topics, as well as being in the heart of the old part of Hermitville. But let's face it, Grian didn't move in the city for connections. He moved here because if the recent influx of super personalities popping up left and right." The city of Hermitville has had breaking headlines recently with super-powered individuals popping up all across town. Grian, an upcoming journalist, finds himself smack in the middle of the controversy soon after moving in, but I mean, what's the worst that could happen?

>>-Hey! "This sketchbook" is filled with stupid doodles or full drawings I think are worthy of sharing with the world- >>⚠️❗️THERE MAY BE SENSITIVE OR TRIGGERING TOPICS, I WILL ADD WARNINGS ❗️⚠️ >>=Expect a lot of ships and the occasional other things.. mainly ships :)=

Would you hide a part of yourself? You might do it if that part scared you. After a while, you might get good at hiding your secrets and past. Grian had experience with that sort of thing, and now he must do it once again - but it's so much harder this time. I am writing this for AO3, but I decided to start posting it on here as well Because of that, updates might be slow even though I update the AO3 version very VERY often This takes place in Season 7, and begins during the Mayoral Campaign

Before the Infinity War, before the civil war, before Ultron, before the Avenger's formed...In this Universe, Before It all happened Tony met Stephen Strange. In this Universe, they have each other before any of the pain happens. The cover for this story was made by @Girl_Love_books_

When Will woke up that morning, he didn't guess that the day would change his life. I guess you never realize that something's a big moment until long after the fact, that's always been true. You don't typically wake up and know "today I'm going to meet the love of my life." Though, that's just how it works, sometimes. Note: This is a Hanahaki fic so. Research that, don't like, don't read. Tw: Puking, mentions of medication, mentions of anxiety, panic attack description in chapter 21 Cover Art Credit: Cindersart on Tumblr

Harry Potter has his mothers red hair and his father's hazel eyes. He constantly gets told how much he looks like his mother. His eyes have little flecks of green that remind him of something from when he was a baby - and he can never quite pinpoint what. When he gets his letter to Hogwarts he finally finds out. He meets a boy called Draco Malfoy, and despite a misunderstanding (and something about a weasel?) They become fast friends. A few years later they decide that just isn't enough. Harry can't stop thinking about Draco's stormy eyes and Draco simply adores Harry's freckles. (Just a PSA for the hardcore fans, this won't follow much of the original story and will most probably be filled with non-canon things that will be canon for this fic. If you find any mistakes that seem way too out of reach, please tell me and I'll alter it.)

When The Doctor met Yaz she felt something she hadn't felt in a long time, it was hard to deny they had chemistry, and even harder for Yaz to deny. She has struggled with her sexuality for a while and now she's trying to understand what falling for an alien means... The gang will face many challenges together, lives hang in the balance and the Doctor must keep her feelings in check and not let them cloud her judgment, will she chose the woman she loves, or the lives of millions? Will love force her darker side out, the side she has worked so hard to hide from the world? Well, lets find out! Strap in and get ready for the most brilliant love story in the universe. Thank you to @Mango947 for the new title!! Hate will NOT be tolerated

He is lavish. Masterful. Intellectual, inexplicable, overt. Sexual. Sherlock Holmes defines extravagance. He isn't exactly the best thing for John's tireless, bland stability. John works the nine to five and tries not to lose sleep over the small things - like the labor of his fiancée's expectations, and the sirens that fill his head with noise after curfew. He finds comfort in art, and drinking. Besides the war making its presence known, slowly creeping its black tendrils into the heart of Bristol - John's life is quiet. Given that, he's not surprised when he is dragged into Sherlock Holmes's orbit. There is no manual to help him navigate the moment their eyes first meet; he presents himself as the perfect distraction, a beautiful incendiary miracle. John thinks that maybe he was hoping for this, because: Sherlock is potent, and inflammatory, and perfectly willing to make John's life hell for his own self-indulgent pleasure. With one touch, John's sense of self is corrupted. And what does it matter if the world implodes? It was never kind to them to begin with.