⎯⎯AFTER QOREN MARTELL showed his support to the Triarchy against Prince Daemon Targaryen, King Viserys demands a price to be paid. Prince Qoren⏤who didn't hold much to his name⏤offered his second born daughter, Princess Nyferia, as a ward to Queen Alicent, and a betrothed for the young Prince Aegon. [oc!martell x aegon targaryen]

in which lorraine hawthorne wasn't always lorraine hawthorne, for once she was not only a killer but a monster. „i'm not supposed to engage myself with you," jasper admitted slowly, his accent thickening in the process. "my family would be upset. most of them, at least." so formal, she thought amusedly, resting her chin on her hand. "and then why are you?" lorraine asked rhetorically, grinning up to him. he gave her a rather charming smile in response, "i'm afraid i can't help myself, ma'am." OR IN WHICH... THEY CAN'T SEEM TO STAY AWAY FROM EACH OTHER, NO MATTER IN WHAT TIME THEY'RE IN. #CRIMSONRED twilight - breaking down oc x jasper hale ©2024

༄✩*.˚ ᴀ ᴛʜᴏᴜꜱᴀɴᴅ ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ. --- ❝ i would love you for a thousand years if you would let me. ❞ ( joseph swan (oc) x female oc ) ( twilight fanfic ) ( © D4NNYR1CC 2025 )

Lysandra Blackthorn is everything her family expects her to be - pure-blooded, poised, and patient. The only thing she hasn't given them yet is the Dark Mark, and time is running out. Her twin brother Lazarus already bears it. So does every person she's ever known. The Blackthorn name doesn't produce hesitation - it produces soldiers. Then Lazarus nearly dies on a Death Eater mission, and the person who pulls him out isn't family. It's Mattheo Riddle. Voldemort's son. Her brother's closest friend. The most dangerous boy in Hogwarts and the one person Lysandra has successfully avoided making an enemy of - until she tries to thank him, and he makes it very clear he'd rather she didn't. What follows is a war conducted entirely in cold looks and sharp words across corridors, classrooms, and every shared space Theodore Nott gleefully engineers between them. Mattheo is cruel the way only someone hiding something can be. Lysandra is patient the way only someone raised among wolves learns to be. But sixth year bleeds into seventh, the real war bleeds into the walls of Hogwarts itself, and somewhere between the debt she never asked to carry and the boy who keeps pretending she doesn't matter - something shifts. The problem isn't falling for him. The problem is that loving Mattheo Riddle and becoming her family's obedient soldier are two things that cannot exist in the same person at the same time. And she's running out of room to be both.

"𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍 𝑰'𝒗𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒏, 𝑳𝒚𝒍𝒂. 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆, 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒆." °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ 𝐇𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐧𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐬𝐭. 𝐋𝐲𝐥𝐚'𝐬 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐏𝐚𝐮𝐥'𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐱 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧. start during new moon. credits to whoever did this image i use for my cover.

╔═══.·:·.☽ ✧ ☾.·:·.═══╗ 𝙒𝙄𝙇𝘿𝙁𝙄𝙍𝙀 ╚═══.·:·.☽ ✧ ☾.·:·.═══╝ wildfire - a fast-moving, hard-to-stop flame that feeds on everything in its path - unpredictable and dangerous. Sloane Thorne was never meant to burn quietly. A daughter of Dionysus with a fractured past and power that bends what people see, she's known around camp by whispers instead of friendships. Unstable. Feral. A monster. She doesn't correct them. It's easier than explaining no one truly knows her. She doesn't want glory. She wants control - over the noise in her mind, the shift in her instincts, the hunger that shows up when she's pushed too far. Clarisse La Rue is not gentle, not patient, not safe. She is pressure and pride and raised fists. She doesn't step around danger - she steps into it and dares it to swing first. Where other campers see something broken in Sloane, Clarisse sees something that fights back. Something worth testing. Again and again. { 𝘱𝘫𝘰 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦 - 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮 𝘰𝘤 }

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𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥, 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝒃𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒂𝒍 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰. 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐲, 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝒃𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒂𝒍 𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬. 𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂 𝒃𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒂𝒍 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒑𝒊𝒆𝒄𝒆. 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒍 𝒈𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒈𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎! 𝒐𝒄 𝑫𝑶𝑬𝑺 𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝑭𝑶𝑳𝑳𝑶𝑾 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑯𝑨𝑴𝑳𝑬𝑺𝑺 𝑺𝑻𝑶𝑹𝒀𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑬 𝑶𝑵𝑳𝒀 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺 𝑷𝑳𝑶𝑻𝑺 !!

what if Carl Gallagher had a twin sister named Carla, and they are too much alike "The fuck? Im busy dealing with Carl's ass and i can still pick up the remote and watch shamless. What's your excuse? Get the fuck outta here." - Carla Gallagher Ranking: #1 in #IanGallagher -11/2/23 #4 in #drama - 11/2/23 #3 in #alcohol- 11/19/23 #3 in #dramatic -12/20/23 #2 in #cringy-12/20/23 #3 in cringeworthy - 4/5/24 #1 in #cringy - 4/15/24

꣑ৎ ۫ ׅ𓂃 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 ⟡ ──── 𑣲⋆ ❝ 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑠𝑒𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑛𝑜 𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑎 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑛 𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑒, 𝑎 𝑔𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑜𝑜 ❞ ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃𝓔mera 𝓖raham. A twenty-year-old sophomore at Briar University majoring in Criminal Psychology and Criminology. She had one goal, and one goal only. Graduate. Build the career she'd dreamed about since she was a little girl. Leave behind the town, the memories, and the ghosts that had followed her for far too long. No distractions. No heartbreak. Definitely no falling for her older brother's best friend. She'd spent years carefully building a life of her own. One lecture, one exam, one research proposal at a time. Independent. Ambitious. Determined. Until Dean Di Laurentis made forgetting him impossible. ᯓ★ 𝓓ean 𝓓i 𝓛aurentis. Golden Boy of Briar University's hockey team. Campus heartthrob. Professional flirt. The guy every girl wanted and every guy wanted to be. Dean lived for hockey, loud music, late nights, and making memories with his three best friends: Garrett, Logan, and Tucker. Life had always come easily to him. Until it didn't. Because sometimes the strongest people break the hardest. What happens when the one person you've been told is off limits becomes the only person who ever feels like home? When first love collides with impossible timing...when grief changes everything...and when loving someone means deciding whether to hold on...or let