⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⁦‪ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⁦‪ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⁦‪ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⁦‪ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ✿꯭𐧺 ㅤׂㅤ ᩙ⠀⠀ ˙ ⋅.˳˳.⋅ॱ˙ ⠀ ⠀ Josephine Ingall was born with dirt beneath her fingernails and a talent for finding trouble before breakfast. She races horses she isn't supposed to ride, climbs trees in Sunday dresses, and has never once managed to hold her tongue when she ought to. Ma calls her spirited. Pa calls her fearless. Laura calls her impossible. When Little Puma arrives in her life, Josephine is determined to prove she's just as quick, just as wild, and just as stubborn as he is. Their days become a whirlwind of races through the prairie, harmless mischief, and arguments that somehow always end in laughter. But autumn never lasts forever. As the prairie changes and the world grows less forgiving, Josephine discovers that the bravest thing she'll ever do isn't outrunning a storm - it's standing beside the boy everyone else expects her to leave behind. A coming-of-age story about scraped knees, fierce hearts, and a love as untamed as the prairie itself.

𝘽𝙊𝙊𝙆 𝙄𝙑 Don't carry the world upon your shoulders. For well, you know that it's a fool who plays it cool by making his world a little colder. original characters post-sotr / pre-thg started: 4th June, 2026 finished: cover by @liloureynolds

En pleno entrenamiento de la Selección rumbo al Mundial, Gilberto Mora recibe un mensaje de su tutor escolar. Mientras la mayoría de sus compañeros no tardan en hacerle burla. "¿Qué pasó, Mora? ¿Te van a reportar con tus papás?", Brian Gutiérrez y Armando "La Hormiga" González notan que algo anda muy mal. Al interrogarlo, Gil les confiesa que está a punto de reprobar Historia por faltas acumuladas desde Semana Santa, lo que pondría en riesgo su participación en el torneo. Decididos a salvarlo, Brian y la Hormiga inician una misión para solucionar el problema. Lo que no saben es que todo es un terrible malentendido: tras el retiro del antiguo profesor de Mora, Samara Durán, una joven egresada de Historia que no sabe nada de fútbol, tomó el puesto. Al ver un nombre que nunca asiste y no tener ningún justificante oficial, Samara simplemente hace su trabajo y le pone falta, asumiendo que es un alumno ausente. Sin saberlo, la estricta profesora está a punto de dejar a México sin su mayor promesa mundialista.

~A Star Wars saga; part 1~ "Didn't I tell you to go home when you were done?" She asked. "Well I didn't want you to be alone." Ankain responded sweetly. "Well that was sweet of you." She said as she looked down on the droid again. "Can you hand me the screw?" She said pointing at the smaller screw beside Anakin. He grabbed the screw and handed it over to her. "Thanks Ani." •┈••✦☆✦••┈• (Female!oc x Obi-Wan Kenobi) Published: 19 April 2025. Completed: ?? •┈••✦☆✦••┈• Other stories in this series: - The shouting galaxies (Star wars the clone wars) Unpublished - The galaxy's rebirth (Original Trilogy) Unpublished - The final act (Sequel Trilogy) Unpublished - A final choice (The Bad Batch) Unpublished - Call of the forest (Star wars the clone wars) published

In a realm bound by duty, legacy, and the weight of crowns, some stories begin not with war or ambition-but with something far quieter. Before he was known as Baelor Breakspear, heir to the Iron Throne and the realm's most beloved prince, he was simply a boy with mismatched eyes, carrying the expectations of a kingdom he did not yet understand. Before she became a lady whispered of in courts and songs, Denyse Hightower was a dreamer-gentle, golden, and full of stories about knights, love, and the kind of devotion that could outlast time itself. Their first meeting was nothing more than a fleeting childhood moment within the vast halls of the Red Keep-a fall, a hand extended, laughter shared beneath the sun. But from that single, innocent beginning, something deeper took root. As the years pass, the world around them grows harsher. Loyalties are tested, wars threaten to rise, and the burdens of birthright begin to close in. Baelor is shaped into a prince the realm demands, while Denyse must navigate a life where love is often a luxury denied to women of noble blood. Yet through distance, duty, and the unyielding pull of fate, one question lingers- Can a love born in innocence survive in a world ruled by power? Or will it become just another story, lost to time like so many before it?

La princesa Naone, antes heredera al trono de Nahuka, tierra de jaguares, es comprometida con Bytrus, el mal llamado príncipe bastardo por las malas lenguas de Zyashara, el reino enemigo desde hace años por problemas previos incluso antes del nacimiento de ambos, pero pronto descubrirán que esta unión no es el mayor de sus problemas.

... ❛ to ashes and blood ❜ ❪ you walk along the edge of danger and it will change you why would you let this voice set in your head? it is meant to destroy you you summon storms, you play with nature now watch it hurt you why would you want to shape the world in your hands? you will never make it through ❫ . . . neteyam sully fanfic .⋆♱ | donde Mireya rescata al hijo de Toruk Makto de una muerte asegurada

The time of war had ended. Peace flourished as the remnants of the RDA fled the Western Frontier, only leaving behind scraps of metal as proof they'd ever been there. For a time, Pandora began to heal. She reclaimed what the sky-people had ruined, stitching the wounds of time closed with root and vine. Life moved forward. The Resistance turned its focus to the living world Ewya breathed. Alma settled into her human body again. Ri'nela learned what it meant to carry the weight of a tsahìk's voice. Teylan shaped metal and wires into something meant to protect, rather than destroy. Yet, Tamtey did not find peace. Sleep brought the memories of TAP that haunted her, driving her from her bed night after night. Only the soft wind beneath unfamiliar stars offered any peace. She was rarely alone for long. So'lek always found her there, sharing quiet hours until the dawn chased away the dark, trading dreams and the horrors that kept them awake. Still, the forest shook with unease. Ewya's song wavered, strained by something distant -- quickly approaching. Smoke stained the horizon. Thin and gray, whispering against the clouds. A single flake of ash drifted down, landing on top of Tamtey's bouncing knee. So'lek reached out and swiped it away, pinching it until it vanished. "Ash..." he murmured, gaze fixed on the rising plumes beyond the trees. "And fire," Tamtey replied, her voice unwavering. The forest fell silent around them. Even the animals did not cry out. A new enemy was coming.

── 𝐋eah 𝐂learwater y 𝑫amon 𝑺alvatore dedicados a los que tardaron años en darse cuenta qué el amor siempre estuvo más cerca de lo que creían Él siempre fue un completo misterio para Leah. Desde que lo conocía en la adolescencia, jamás había logrado descifrarlo por completo. Damon Salvatore era como un enigma viviente: carismático, peligroso, imposible de ignorar. Y quizá fue precisamente eso lo que en un principio la atrajo hacia él, esa necesidad absurda de querer entenderlo, de arrancarle las máscaras que llevaba tan firmemente puestas. Si hubiera sabido todo lo que pasaría después... si alguien le hubiera advertido lo que estaba destinado a ocurrir tras aquella noche lluviosa en la que, finalmente, la venda que por tanto tiempo le cubrió los ojos cayó hecha pedazos, Leah habría hecho lo que fuera por ahuyentarlo. Lo habría mantenido lejos, muy lejos, años atrás, cuando todavía estaba a tiempo de salvarse de lo que vendría. Pero no lo hizo. Porque Damon se convirtió en su tentación y en su condena al mismo tiempo. Él irrumpió en su vida con esa sonrisa torcida, con esas palabras envenenadas que sonaban dulces solo porque provenían de su boca, y Leah se dejó atrapar como quien se acerca demasiado a un incendio pensando que podrá resistir el calor. Y al final, todo lo que quedó fue la certeza más amarga de todas: ella iba a arruinar su vida.