Jaskier turns and runs, feet digging desperately for traction in the slippery sand. Geralt barely notices the wounds in his leg and side as he gives chase, silver sword shining in his hand. Jaskier is surprisingly fast, no doubt used to fleeing at the drop of a hat when things get rough with an angry paramour or monster. He would probably have lost a normal man in the shifting dunes, or managed to escape to the nearby forest to hide. Geralt is no normal man. A story about a not completely human Jaskier

Julian Alfred Pankratz is dead. Jaskier gives a bit of his heart to anyone and anything, willing or otherwise- he can't help himself. - Cover photo credit to valeria_favoccia on Instagram. I don't know where this is going. We'll see. Extreme slowburn and a heck ton of Jaskier whump.

Geralt never listens and Jaskier won't shut up.

be cautious of nsfw thingz other than that have a good read :-)

Parvs are just like ordinary humans. They eat, they speak, and they live their lives in active communities. The only difference: they are just 2 inches tall! Survival in this world is a day-to-day struggle, especially after they declare war against their gigantic oppressors. Now, the hapless creatures are the literal underclass in a revolution against a terrifyingly impossible foe. NOTE: I plan on updating this story 2 times a week, but the end result should be fairly long. The goal is to finish it and find an avenue to publish it.

This is my first story so please don't hate to much. Everyone had their soulmate's initials on their hand but if they was gay the initials are on their wrist. Kirishima was always hoping to find his soulmate but the only one with the same initials as the one's on his wrist was none other than Katsuki Bakugou but he can't be his soulmate...Right? (Not my picture)

Frank Iero has always been different than the other kids at school. He's always pushed his differences aside but that only caused him to drown in his own oppression and lead to nothing other than depression. At the end of his senior year he decides to do something that would change his life forever.

Gerard's favorite movie has always been Silence of the Lambs. Though, it never crossed his mind that he'd encounter a real life Hannibal Lecter, and that he'd end up playing the part of Clarice. ((Triggers: blood/gore, mentions of cannibalism, rape, death)) yep, this fic is gonna be pretty fucked.

Bakugo used to be a nice, sweet boy until he got rejected by his crush. He started to bully people, be mean, get angry for no reason. He never loved anyone until..

(written in 2016) 2016/01/20 Sunday. If you really want to know about me, this first thing you'd want to read is where I was born, and what my lousy childhood was like, and what my parents did in their spare time before they had me, and all that John Green kind of crap, but I don't feel like going into it, if you really want to know the truth. In fact, I'd much rather start of by saying that my name is Mikey Way and I spend at least 16 hours a day of my life sitting in a wheelchair. I'd also like to let everyone here know that they are under no obligation to read my blog but I am under obligation to write it. On account of the fact that my therapist thinks I'm John Watson or some crap. Regardless, here I am, pretending to have something to say about how my day went even though if anyone asked I would say that I was fine. Because that's just what you're supposed to say instead of saying that it's cold and miserable and if you died you wouldn't really mind. But I'll post this anyway while pretending to think that anyone will read it.