Roman is a chaser on the Gryffindor quidditch team. He's outgoing, confident, and a true Gryffindor. Virgil, more commonly known as Anxiety, is simply a Metamorphmagus Slytherin artist. He's shy, self conscious, and some might say is a true Slytherin. When the two of them meet and a grow feelings for each other, their houses and social status might stand in the way of their happiness together. Will they let it? This book runs on a schedule and is updated every Tuesday.

Princey and Anxiety have always been against one another. That was the point. They were complete opposites, they couldn't have a good relationships. There was no way they could be anything remotely related to friends, not even friend-ly with one another. So, why doesn't it feel that way. The people around him begin to realize that Anxiety's job is more complex than they thought it was. Prinxiety ship. You know the drill. I don't own it. Wish I did, but all the credit goes to the almighty Thomas Sanders. There are mentions of depression and suicidal thoughts, so, please, I warn you now, don't hate me.

Some stories deserve to be told. Others deserve to be told well. Eons ago the Earth was home to a race of beings known as Elementals. Capable of harnessing the elements of the natural world with a wave of their hands, the Elementals were the undoubted masters of their world, until a cataclysmic schism with a group of outcast Elementals known as the Malus brought their ancient civilisation crashing down. In a last desperate attempt, the greatest minds of the Elementals decided to make one last attempt to preserve their people, by sealing a number of the most talented youths still alive in their dwindling communities. Millions of years later, these last few Elementals, the Heirs to the Elements emerge from their Stasis Pods one by one and emerge into a new, alien world. And that world is about to be shaken to its core.

This story is a retelling of a crazy, and amazingly fun game of Dark Heresy (a Warhammer 40,000 Roleplaying game), it's a little different from the other things I've posted here but I assure you it is no less etertaining! Gather round, I have a story of a ragtag bunch of... Well I guess you could call them heroes. In the grim darkness of the far future this unruly band are all that stands between a sector and a plot of the darkest, most foul heresy. Just remember, no one is above suspicion, no one is above the law, and everything, everything is heresy.

Sar city lies bewildered. Their super hero esque protectors known as the Heirs was defeated by a man who escaped from the Sar mental Asylum mere hours before. The man, known only as Skull has struck fear into everyone in the city, even the Heirs. Skull dissappeared shortly after, with the two spectral figures that aided him in his robbery of the Sar city bank. Since then the Heirs have retreated back to lick their wounds. In response to this the city has been in an uproar. No one goes out at night except for criminals and all kinds of looters while Agency soldiers in black vans drag suspected looters away in broad daylight. It didn't take much from here to turn the whole city into a warzone. Now gangs prowl the streets looting and assaulting everything in their path, every night the police set up checkpoints to try and protect the more heavily populated areas of Sar city but even so many innocents have already died. Meanwhile, the worlds first true supervillain, Conduct sits back and basks in the chaos, knowing full well that his time to strike is coming.