*2 in palayeroyale as of 12/25/18* *1 in philosophy as of 1/16/19* Emerson Barrett. Never afraid to say whatever was on his mind, even if it comes out in long, convoluted metaphors based on his current philosophy. Leanne Hick. Scared of her mind, and of judgement, due to a shunned environment. But no matter how uncomfortable it makes Leanne, all Emerson wants is to know what's on her mind. And no matter how much Leanne pushes against Emerson's efforts, she secretly loves how much he cares. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Where are you going?" He followed me like a lost puppy. I look over my left shoulder, seeing him smirking at me kindly as I walk. "Home." I answer shortly. "Wait! Can I... can I get your number?"

When Victoria Paige Pierce goes to a BVB concert and ends up beaten and raped she waits for the angels to just come and take her. She wakes up with five outcasts instead with the all famous man whore, Ashley Purdy. But Ashley doesn't seem to take any notice to her unless she's watching hello kitty with him or he just wants to get lucky that night. She tries her hardest for him to notice her. But will she end up getting kicked back to the curb? Or will Ashley finally acknowledge her and give her a chance?

TW: listen, I wrote this when I was 15 years old. I don't remember what's in half of it, nor do I really want to. 😅 It's not well written. It's crude, immature, and above all- a cry for help. The only reason I haven't archived it is because writing this story helped me disassociate for many years. It is what kept me going and while I don't really remember it's contents I do know I poured all of my personal trauma into it depending on my mood which was- well I'm on mood stabilizers now. 😅 Anyway it was the only thing I really had in life for a long time. I guess I'm still weirdly holding onto as a piece of me. Like my own little horcrux. That being said I do remember this can be just outright horrific. TW TW TW TW TW for literally everything. I don't know how else to put it. If you have a major trigger it's more than likely in this series and I didn't know what a trigger warning was so- enjoy. Or don't. Either way. 😅 I'm so sorry. Alex Knight is a Slytherin at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She's in her fifth year and desires nothing more than to one day get away from her family to something better. As the year unravels Alex finds out things about herself that changes her entire life for good. Things really start to complicate when she falls for the potions master and nothing is ever the same as it was. Follow Alex on an adventure of new found knowledge, family secrets, hidden pasts, and much much more. I would also like everyone to remember I finished book one and two at the age of fifteen. So, please 😅

"Are you lost?" "I like to think of it as a horrible game of hide and seek." ~ |-/ Disclaimer : I do not own Tyler Joseph, Joshua Dun, Jenna Joseph or anyone related to Twenty One Pilots. I also do not own any of their songs or lyrics.

Lexi Scott hates Black Veil Brides and has never once bothered to learn anything about them. Until she finds out that this year, they're going on Warped Tour, and her best friend wants her to give Black Veil Brides fan letters. Now she has to communicate with them. Worst of all? Lexi had accidentally given Ashley Purdy a pron-o-graphic short story. *Part of the Surviving Him series*

Rose Lane idolises Black Veil Brides, she loves their lyrics and their message. One night at a concert changes her life forever as she finds herself battling not only herself but everything around her too. What happens when she starts falling for Andy Biersack, the lead singer of her favourite band? But what, or rather who is he hiding? Rose's world is turned upside down; full of hurt, anger, disgust but also something called love. Will she get the happy ending she so desperately wants? [please read with caution and if you are affected by any of the themes covered (self-harm, sexual assault, depression, mentions of suicide), then i advise that you stop reading and take care of yourself!] [completed]

Amanda, or Mandy as her friends call her is 26 years old trying to live her life. She decides to move in with her older brother, Jordan, who lives in New York. The city that never sleeps seems like a good place to live. Though she's never heard of him except through her obsessive friends, when Mandy figures out that Jordan's best friend is the charmingly handsome Norman Reedus her world is flipped upside down. She never imagined herself liking a man who is 18 years older than her but stranger things have happened, right?

When Liz is saved by a group of strangers, she has no idea what kind of crazy impact they'll have on her life. Prequel to: For The Ones I Love *You can read this book first or second, it really won't matter too much. This is not a story that'll give you instant satisfaction with the main characters falling in love right away and having sex within the first few chapters. This is a story of struggle and character evolution. This is a story about a girl named Liz with a rough background who finds a home with the characters we know and love. This is her story and it will not be rushed. **Daily updates This fanfic is based off of the TV show The Walking Dead and will follow closely to its original plot but will still deviate greatly. I own none of the characters but my own. Includes: Harsh language Violence Sexual situations 16+

Book 3 of the Descendant of Merlin series. Together at last, Isabella and Severus have found a strange freedom in each other. But Darkness is stirring again in the wizarding world and they will have to use their unique talents and mentalities to navigate a new era of instability. When Harry Potter returns to the world of magic his presence seems to bring the worst out in Severus. Can Isabella handle feeling like she will always come second to Severus' lost love, or will the demons of her husband's past drive a wedge between them?

It begins when you're sixteen. Every little mark your soulmate makes on their arms appears on yours. Mindless doodles. Class notes. Dicks from their annoying brother. Appointment reminders. Stray slip-ups. Intricate pieces of artwork. Everything. But you can never write back. For 19 year old Lacey Oaks, it was beautiful, detailed, intricate pieces of art. Buildings. Trees. People. All very Victorian. The occasional dick, which was quickly scribbled out. For 21 year old Emerson Barrett, it was mostly cuts.