Skinning the children for a war drum. The Folk of the Air Cardan Greenbriar ©𝖉𝖆𝖗𝖆 ━━━ Apr. 2023

BETWEEN TWO LUNGS | ❛ hell hath no fury like a faerie scorned . . . ❜ in which a spy of the court has a mission and she's not going to like it! STARTED 14/09/19 COMPLETED ──── wervwolfs ©

❛ but she doesn't know who i am, and she doesn't give a damn about me ❜ ━━ RODRICK HEFFLEY X OC ━━ ENEMIES TO LOVERS/FAKE DATING ━━ i do not own the diary of a wimpy kid series

So won't you dream a little dream of me? grimaulds © 2023.

━ TALES OF REYNA, kiss of judas ❝ reyna salvadore was born for greatness, but with greatness comes a cost. do you think she's ready for it? ❞ ❝ it's reyna salvadore; she can handle anything. ❞ can she . . . ? ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀in which all she ever wanted ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀was to be great but the universe ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀keeps giving her problems ! ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀OR ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀wherein living up to ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀other people's expectations ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀sucks ass ! let me tell you a story. . . PART ONE of REYNA'S TALES ( COPYRIGHT! @crownqueenwriting )

- BEAUTIFUL COVER MADE BY @hollyhockfang Ficklestar paused at the edge of the clearing, looking back one last time. Her eyes met those of her former friends and allies, now betrayers. With a final, resolute nod, she turned away, leading her clan into the darkness. The TempestClan cats vanished into the night, their departure a somber echo that would linger long after the moon set. The other clans remained behind, their victory tainted by the bitter taste of what they had lost. Ficklestar led her clan through the forest, her heart heavy with the weight of what lay ahead. Every step was a reminder of the home they were leaving behind, every rustle of leaves a ghost of memories now out of reach. The shoreline awaited them, a barren land with no shelter and scarce prey. Yet in the face of such uncertainty, Ficklestar's resolve hardened. They would rebuild, they would endure. TempestClan would rise from the ashes, no matter the cost.

-- COVER BY @HOLLYHOCKFANG - Sweetmurmur felt the world tilt on its axis, her legs trembling beneath her as she struggled to comprehend the enormity of his words. The den, once a sanctuary of warmth and safety, now felt like a cage trapping her with a predator. Her mind raced, fragments of memories flashing before her eyes-his first steps, his playful antics, the nights spent curled together in the nursery. How had it come to this? How had the son she nurtured turned into a being she could barely recognize? ｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ TW - Mentions of Still Birth - Depictions of Dead Kits - Loss of Motherhood - Divorce like Situation - Murder - Mentions of Animal Abuse - Depictions of Battles - Violence - Thoughts of Suicide - More to be Added