Life wasn't too easy for people who felt like they left alone while people around the world, but they do feel belong while they were in the other world.JAKE SULLY X OCAVATAR- AVATAR: the way of water. I do not own any of the character in Avatar; only my character.cr art: owner…
Oh boy, a revamped version of my old Lost Silver headcanon and art book which is deleted-[[I DO NOT OWN THESE CHARACTERS, THEY BELONG TO THEIR RIGHTFUL AUTHORS/OWNERS !!]]-------------------------------I don't know any other poképastas that much, so please don't be mad at me-(Example; Abandoned Loneliness, Blue Tears, I Love You Doll, Journey's End, Tarnished Gold, etc.)How did this get 3k reads, I'm very satisfied :'3/posArt cover by 2e_Empty_saba on Twitter…
No room for failure, an ancient brewing secret, and perfecting magic art.In a world where magic can only be cast through a vessel, an ongoing battle between good and evil encircles the lives of all casters, whether it's fighting corruption of the soul or ridding evil auras from the world.After seven whole years apart, Kael Smaradine finally meets his brother who comes with news that Kael will attend the only academy in the world that teaches casting.Saphir Casters Academy is a prestigious academy that only a select few will have a chance to graduate. To learn how to eradicate phantoms - casters corrupted by their power - Kael leaves his home country for the first time in his life.Once in the melting pot of cultures, Kael learns what it takes to become a phantom hunter - and the dangers that follow. With friends and enemies alike, Kael must survive his class or face elimination.Kael believes he's got what it takes to attend the academy, but as his skills are tested, surviving even the first semester of this harsh academy proves to be difficult. And the possibility of elimination strikes too close for comfort.*Cover by @loopsydaisys** Updates every Saturday*…
Did you know disney plus doesnt let you take screenshots???? Babies. What am i gonna do? Pirate the movie one frame at a time?…
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(discontinued)made this book bc I'm gonna be making a bunch of these XDincludes object shows and HTF and MLB >:)imgettingparanoidagainhelpme :(…
I feel like people forgot that he exists 💔Btw I'm Trepidation Gold's number one fan 👿Art cover by Darla (aka good friend)…
- ☆ | you entered into the world of pokémon. where different kinds of monsters and types roams around. only, this world includes many legends and creepypastas about not just about pokémon, but even the trainer themselves !- ☆ | meeting these trainers, despite their backstories or appearance can be unsettling, at first, but eventually, it can possibly evolve into something more than a friendship.- lowercase intended ☆- book cover credit | seiran @ twitter / x ☆《 if you need me to take down the book cover, please dm me for removal !! 》…
The further in I go, the less I can see beneath me. The water gets blacker as we slice through the surface. Into the wall of charcoal swirls and thunder. I cannot see beneath me, nor ahead. Hidden in the black sea, waiting to pounce, with Her eyes of pearls watching from the great depth. Waiting for us to make a sound, even a breath. She knows all, for all belongs to Her. The goddess of the deep. Queen of the tides. High Priestess of the currents. Ruler of all. You know what She hides, riches beyond belief, but not for your eyes. An isle, lush and supple like the thick flesh of a mango. White sand, fine as powder, as if waiting to be dusted across the velvet skin of the Queen. The island swollen and ripe with rubies, that drip from the shimmering branches of trees of pure gold. The Isle of the Blessed: of myth and lust and opulence. Accessible only by venturing across her perilous waters. Those who dare to attempt such grandiose feats, go with trepidation. The few who return are showered in fame, their egos bathed in sheep's milk and warm honey. The few. Thousands have attempted the voyage, men and women in search of affluence, or looking to quench their curious minds. Less than a dozen have survived. Her name is Rán, Goddess of the sea storms and drowned dead. She is an enchantress. Seduces with Her song, Her voice the crashing of waves against the soft sand. The creaks and groans of a grand ghost ship. The sound of swift air and cold water. She lures in the curious, those looking for adventure, or something to pass the time. She lures you into Her beautiful lips, but lean too far and you are treading in Her crisp black locks. You are in Her world now. Her dozen arms creep around your ankles and waist, caressing you as they coil into their deadly noose.…