In the aftermath of a brutal assault, Lady Alcina Dimitrescu's human wife, Liliana, falls into a deep silence, her once vibrant spirit crushed. Unable to find the words to heal herself, Liliana retreats into her art, painting a world where she can still feel in control. But her daughters-Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela-refuse to let her suffer alone. In a tender and quiet act of love, they create a safe space for Liliana to heal, organizing a small celebration in the hope of rekindling the family bond. Through patience, understanding, and a small gesture of laughter, Liliana slowly finds her voice again, reminding her that despite the trauma, she is still loved, still part of a family that will never abandon her. As Liliana's fractured world slowly rebuilds, she learns that even in the darkest of times, love has the power to heal, bringing her back to the family she thought she'd lost forever.

Atlas Magianima Black. Daughter of a famous Auror and an acclaimed Serial Killer, gifted with abilities far beyond her years, but, like most good things, there came a catch, one Atlas had been paying for since the day she was born. The name Magianima and the curse that came with it being just one. Basically, a Harry Potter rewrite but from an OC's point of view. Obviously, I don't own Harry Potter, and of course, she-who-must-not-be-named is the rightful owner. I just like to sh1tpost. POA ~ DH (Many, many, chapters ahead) Cover art by me.

They said everyone in the fire died. They were wrong. Alessandra "Alex" Hale-Swan doesn't remember the night her world burned-but her scars do. Found wandering with no past, no name, and something inhuman inside her, Alex was taken in and given a second life. A new family. A new identity. A new lie. Now she's the stepsister of Bella Swan, living a quiet life that never quite feels like hers... until the truth starts bleeding through. Because monsters don't stay buried. Pulled into a world she doesn't understand, Alex is forced to face what she really is: Not just a werewolf. Not just a hellhound. Something worse. Something forbidden. When she crosses paths with Derek Hale-a stranger who looks at her like she's a ghost-her fractured past begins to unravel. And when gods start watching... it becomes clear: Alex was never meant to survive. ⸻ But the most dangerous part? Isn't the power burning beneath her skin. It's the girl who refuses to be controlled. Especially by Clarisse La Rue-a warrior born for battle, who sees Alex not as a threat... ...but as something worth fighting for.

Daeron Tyrell still saw fire from that dreaded day, so when Daenerys wanted the world to burn he held the flame at the ready. Justice would be served. 🐺 "I know what to do when our love is on fire. Burn it down." 🔥 Most characters belong to GRRM Any mature content is between consenting adults

Sabrina Carpenter x Female OC. At the Met Gala, glamour and glitter mask the chaos beneath the surface... but when Sabrina Carpenter discovers a tear in her custom bodysuit, she finds help in the most unexpected place. Honey, a soft-spoken seamstress with an extraordinary talent for detail, sees beyond the star-studded façade and offers a quiet hand in a moment of panic. What starts as a fleeting encounter at the gala slowly unravels into something more... an unspoken connection, a growing admiration, and the kind of intimacy that doesn't need grand gestures to be felt. As Sabrina discovers Honey's work, and Honey realises the spark their meeting has ignited, both are drawn into a delicate, slow-burning story about craft, care, and the courage to let someone truly see you.

A secret pact. A death‑fairy bride. A love Wednesday Addams never planned to face. When Octavia Ravenblood arrives at Nevermore to claim their forgotten betrothal, old magic awakens-and Wednesday's guarded heart begins to crack.

ᵂᵉᵈⁿᵉˢᵈᵃʸ ˢᵉᵃˢᵒⁿ ² ╰┈➤♰⟬ 𝐖𝐞𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐱 𝐅!𝐎𝐂 ⟭☆ ╺╺╺╺╺╺╺╺╺╺╺╺╺╺╺╺╺╺╺╺╺╺ "𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵" ✼ •• ┈┈┈┈๑⋅⋯ ୨˚୧ ⋯⋅๑┈┈┈┈ •• ✼ 𝘗𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥𝘴, 𝘠𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘥𝘴- 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦, 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩. 𝘛𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘺- 𝘓𝘶𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴, 𝘚𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥; 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘱𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵'𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘴. 𝘠𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴- 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳. ╺╺╺╺╺╺╺╺╺╺╺╺╺╺╺╺╺╺╺╺╺╺

Sabrina Carpenter x Fem OC 🥇 1 in #sabrinacarpenter 🥇 1 in #sabrina 🥇 1 in #famous 🥇1 in #sweet-romance 🥈2 in #celebrity Fresh off a demanding yet successful overseas tour, a disciplined 26 years old Royal Marines Captain reluctantly agrees to accompany her younger sister to a Sabrina Carpenter concert-more out of sibling duty than personal interest. Expecting little more than loud music and a crowd she doesn't quite fit into, she arrives guarded, composed, and out of place in civilian life. But the night shifts during the performance of "Juno." Amid flashing lights and a roaring audience, Sabrina's eyes lands on her-sharp posture, unbothered presence, and a quiet intensity that stands out in a sea of fans. Intrigued, Sabrina leans into the playful theatrics of the song, singling her out. In a flirtatious twist, she has the captain "arrested" as part of the act, pulling her briefly into the spotlight. The crowd cheers, her sister is ecstatic, and the captain-trained to remain unshaken under pressure-finds herself unexpectedly disarmed. As the concert continues, Sabrina keeps returning to her-subtle glances, teasing smiles, and knowing winks that feel far more personal than performance. What began as an sibling obligation turns into something confusing for the captain, who can't quite explain why she's feeling something she hasn't felt in a long time. Later that night, away from the stage lights, Sabrina and her friend Paloma slip out in disguise to a nearby bar, for a moment of normalcy. By coincidence-or perhaps something like fate-the captain ends up in the same bar, having been dragged along by her sister for post-concert drinks. Neither recognizes the other immediately. But when they do, the energy from the stage lingers-only now it's quieter, more intimate.