The land of Sanitatum is said to be filled with magic, but it is also plagued by a contagious curse that threatens humanity's survival. It is the purpose of the heir to the throne, Simba Adofo, to inherit his father's crown and find a way to vanquish the curse he hates for corrupting his land. However, when he finds himself caught in a web of lies to prevent his succession, he must team up with a cursed boy named Hari to unravel his kingdom's insidious past to reclaim his crown and cure the curse once and for all. __________________________________________ With regards to friendship, family, love, and expectations, Afflicted offers a commentary on the shortcomings of reality, as well as my own anxieties about life through the lens of a fantasy world. I hope that by its completion it touches all who read it. Every week a chapter is updated, a new chapter illustration is drawn by me to accompany the story. I sincerely hope you enjoy my writing and artwork.

In a world where you're born with the first name of your soulmate on your wrist, some people spend their whole lives waiting, while others know too many people with the same name. Sherlock Holmes has always found the concept of soulmates frustrating and tiresome and, secretly, quite lovely. Or perhaps that's due to spending too much time in the morgue with Molly. Either way, as a boy, he found it quite frustrating that his soulmate has such a generic name. I mean, really, couldn't his parents have been a little more unique with their choice of names? John Watson has spent most of his life ignoring the name on his wrist. He wasn't even sure he was gay, and what kind of person has such an odd name, anyway? So John keeps moving through life, intent on choosing his own path in life. So what happens when these two cross paths?

John looses his memory and Sherlock has to trigger his memory. But is John to far gone?

John is devastated by his best friend and secret love, Sherlock's death. He copes by visiting his grave every day for sixty days. Will this be closure enough, or will John need more to know that Sherlock has heard his words?

This is a fanfiction about how both Jaskier and Geralt, don't realize the feelings each of them have, for the other. Some stuff happens in between. Cute shit. Fluffy shit. Really bad shit. All types of shit. Read if you want, or don't. It's your choice. I, in no way own anything of the games, books or tv series. I just own this story. This story may be a trigger for some. So, don't say I didn't warn you.

Jaskier has been keeping his omega status under wraps for a good part of his life. But when his new muse discovers the truth he has some incredibly conflicting feelings on the matter. No smut. M for language and soon to be violence(I do not give anyone permission to post my work to other sites or apps)

Geralt never listens and Jaskier won't shut up.

A one shot based on The Witcher. Geralt x Jaskier I may add more. It just depends.

Sherlock Holmes. The world's only consulting detective. He is a genius, a highly functioning sociopath and completely emotionless. He will always stay that way, but when a secret is revealed, will 221B Baker Street ever be the same again?!

Once the rings have been exchanged and the vows have been said, Sherlock and John are ready to settle down and get their fill of the domestic bliss that so often comes with marriage. Unfortunately, nothing is ever that simple for them... and they know the honeymoon period can't last forever. They'd promised each other "for better or for worse", but John had no idea just how bad 'worse' could be.