trouvaille /ˈtruːvʌɪ/ noun a lucky find. _____________________________________________________________________ George accepts his neighbours request of taking her dog on a walk because she is unable to. One day George meets someone in the park whilst walking her dog. Will this encounter grow into a good friendship?

❝𝘗𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩.❞ Book One of The Lost Souls Series ---------------------------- George isn't tempted by finding his soulmate. To him, it's just another ridiculous plot to get him killed. His life is hard enough, running from his hunter alone and inexperienced. You don't make many friends when you block everyone out. So when an outgoing dirty blonde gives him butterflies, George doesn't know what to do. There's something different about him: he's perfect. A little too perfect. But there's no truth here, there's only Perception. ---------------------------- Completed ✔️ No smut ✔️ Trigger warnings: Blood, violence, mentions of death, mild gore

「 花吐き。」 ❝ it's too late to say how i feel. ❞ 「 dreamnotfound hanahaki disease au/fanfiction (read the first page first!) 」 「！FINISHED！」 highest rankings: ㅡ #1 in dreamxgeorge ㅡ #1 in chats ㅡ #2 in painful ㅡ #2 in epistolary ㅡ #2 in sadstory ㅡ #3 in bbh ㅡ #13 in minecraft ㅡ #32 in sad ㅡ #43 in dreamnotfound ㅡ #100 in shortstory ㅡ #117 in dream

a short fic where dream and george confess their feelings for eachother

Welcome witches! 🔮 ✨ This is basically an online book of shadows. It has a lot of stuff for witches. Like ideas for supplies, ingredients, elements represented, tips, book of shadows ideas, etc. I have another witchcraft story for beginner witches for when your first starting out. Check that out. Any pictures I put I found online. I'll try to update this daily/weekly. Originally called my book of shadows.

For as long as George can remember, he's always felt like an outcast. He'd learned to be cautious when letting new people into his life, never allowing anyone to get too close. As time passed he gradually got used to relying solely on himself, but he still desperately wished he could just put himself out there a little more. At the age of twenty-one he's finally ready to take some risks and meet new people, or at least, that's what he's trying to tell himself. As George battles with his self worth and feelings of discouragement, he has a chance encounter with an American stranger in the middle of the night. Could an unlikely friendship between the two change the trajectory of George's life? He certainly hopes so. {t/w}~ alcoholism, abuse, talk of mental health, slight/implied homophobia, panic attacks *there will be a disclaimer in the specific chapters that warnings appear in, some are more mild than others* please stay safe and know that you are loved! this story is purely for practice purposes and is not intended to make anyone uncomfortable, and if it does, i'll take it down right away! now with that out of the way, let's get into the story <3

Apparently all my books that aren't full fanfics are going to be "Nonsense" books? XD Theories, Short Stories, Oneshots, and more! Starting S6 and continuing into S7!

Called "The Black Pope" by many of his followers, Anton LaVey began the road to High Priesthood of the Church of Satan when he was only 16 years old and an organ player in a carnival: "On Saturday night I would see men lusting after half-naked girls dancing at the carnival, and on Sunday morning when I was playing the organ for tent-show evangelists at the other end of the carnival lot, I would see these same men sitting in the pews with their wives and children, asking God to forgive them and purge them of carnal desires. And the next Saturday night they'd be back at the carnival or some other place of indulgence. "I knew then that the Christian Church thrives on hypocrisy, and that man's carnal nature will out!" From that time early in his life his path was clear. Finally, on the last night of April, 1966- Walpurgisnacht, the most important festival of the believers in witchcraft-LaVey shaved his head in the tradition of ancient executioners and announced the for

Hey everyone, This is my first time publishing a fic so I hope it's at least meh level of good. Warning: mentions of racism and depression (they are pretty heavily used subjects in this so if you're sensitive to these its best to not read) Now let's actually try to describe the story... Lance had been feeling down for a while now...but not just down, he felt distant from his team. Coran was the only one who seemed to care but he couldn't keep bothering him. He kept his feelings locked tight...but he never even imagined he'd be dealing with a bunch of racist aliens. Fun. Now let's see how much a depressed pure child, an army of racist aliens, a dramatic backstory and a rock can reveal. (SHOUTOUT TO THE AMAZING KAZOO WHO MADE THE COVER FOR ME. MATE YOU BE A LEGEND @KirishimaAndKazoo Also here's his Instagram if you wanna check out some more of his art. @finnlaearts)