!𝕄𝔸ℕ𝔾𝔸 𝕊ℙ𝕆𝕀𝕃𝔼ℝ! 𝙸𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚂𝚑𝚒𝚋𝚞𝚢𝚊, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚖 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚍, 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚘𝚓𝚘-𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗, 𝚢𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎. 𝙽𝚘𝚠, 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚖𝚢. 𝙸𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢, 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝. 𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛. 𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎.

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 cinderblossom [n.] ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ⟢ A flower that grows from ash; something beautiful that emerges from destruction. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎⟢ A soul who burns but continues to bloom; beauty forged in fire. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎⟢ [in Hell folklore] Coined in reference to the New Orleans flower girl who loved the Radio Demon, died searching for him, and rose in Hell with burnt wings and a wedding ring still on her finger. ~ She wore red because he asked. She wore his ring because she chose. She wore burnt wings because she fell. For him. For him. For him. ~ [yandere-ish alastor x reader] ~ cover art is drawn by me ~ alt. name - fleur de cendre ⋆.ೃ𐦍*:･⋆𐦍.ೃ࿔*:･

alastor x deaf reader !! (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ cover art is drawn by me damn im getting better at these ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ˚★⋆｡˚ ⋆ ┊ ┊ ┊ ⋆ ┊ ┊ ★⋆ ┊ ◦ ★⋆ ┊ . ˚ ˚★ you sit on crooked church steps with ink-stained hands, elegant handwriting, and a silence no one understands, except the smiling radio host who learns your hands before your name. you lose a glove; he keeps it like a relic. you sign secrets on church steps while cigarette smoke curls like confessions, and a man who hates touch lets your fingers rest on his arm. you share jokes in secret signs while the world watches, confused; because your love was never loud enough for them to understand. you are not soil, not silk. just a quiet miracle a monster could never stop listening to. ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── im STARVING FOR THIS GORGEOUS MAN 🥰😍😛🥺☺️

The flames consumed her-body and soul. Betrayed by the man who swore to love her and the friend who pretended to kneel at her feet, Tang Min died with a heart full of venom and eyes burning with unspent vengeance. But fate is a cruel and whimsical thing. It gave her death. And then-it gave her revenge. Reborn from the ashes of her past life, Tang Min returns with a smile sharper than any blade. The world that once discarded her will now tremble at her feet. She plays the game of thrones with a serpent's grace, turning her enemies' schemes against them, watching as they unravel in the very traps they set for her. And then-he appears. A prince wrapped in shadows, a wolf hiding in silk. The world sees a nobleman of quiet restraint, but Tang Min recognizes the hunger in his gaze-the same fire that burns in her. He wants power. He wants the throne. But most of all... he wants her. And for her? He would conquer kingdoms. Together, they are a storm the world cannot withstand. This is not a story of forgiveness. This is a story of fire. And the world will burn. A/n 🌸 HUI SAYS "HI!!!" 🌸 "LET'S LEARN & LOVE TOGETHER!" (╥﹏╥)✧ "HIIIII~ THIS STORY IS MY WHOLE HEART... BUT MY CHINESE CULTURE KNOWLEDGE IS STILL GROWING (๑•́ ₃ •̀๑) PLEASE BE GENTLE WITH THIS SMOL AUTHOR-I'LL CHERISH YOUR KIND TIPS! (ノ'∀'*)ノ WHAT TO EXPECT: (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ LOVE? INFINITE!💕 (;'Д') EFFORT? SWEATY PALMS!📚 (◕‿◕✿) JOY? CONTAGIOUS! 💌 #NervousButExcited #CulturalGrowth #LetsBeKind 🌹 Your support fuels my research deep dives-expect more love in every chapter! 😊

Cosima Blackshaw had buried a hundred men, but never one still breathing. When Thomas Shelby came to her with smoke in his voice and a plan stitched in sin, asking for a casket for a man not yet dead, she looked him in the eye and told him no. Death was not a game, and her work was not a stage. But fate has cruel hands, and in Small Heath, the line between the mortician and the gangster frayed too easily-so their paths crossed again, and again, like moths drawn to the same quiet flame.

In a world still trembling from war and ruled by legacy, one girl slips between the cracks of history to change everything. Lyra Druella Black - the last free heir of the House of Black - was hidden, erased, forgotten. Born in shadow. Raised in silence. But as the world prepares for another war shaped by two men-Voldemort and Dumbledore-Lyra forges a third path: her own. While the wizarding world chooses sides, Lyra chooses family. She rescues Draco from indoctrination, claims Harry as her kin through Sirius' hidden will, restores her broken aunts, and dares to bring even Bellatrix back from madness. As she uncovers Dumbledore's buried crimes and topples Voldemort's dark empire from the inside, Lyra doesn't seek a throne-she builds a home. Rewriting bloodlines, rebuilding legacies, and refusing to be used by anyone, Lyra Black will not be another sacrifice. Because Black blood does not break. It rebuilds.

(Best ranking: #4 in TONYSTARK and #85 in LOKI) Loki didn't mean to fall. Sure, he meant to let go but there were no accounts on 'the void'. Nobody had ever lived to tell the tale. Nobody until... him. A tale where Loki ends up on Earth after falling. He becomes a doctor, an astrologer, a CEO, masters anything he sets his mind to. Even a hero.

ll you wanted was to write a semi-successful book and maybe get a cat or something. Falling through time and shacking up with a gangster was not on your five-year plan. - Reader is researching a book, following women through the history of the city, when she becomes part of it herself. Falling through time, right into the lap of Alfie Solomons, presents a unique challenge. What exactly does going home mean to her now? And why the hell has a cranky detective taken such an interest in her arrival?

When moving out of your dorm and leaving your eccentric roommate goes to shit, you're offered by one of her friends to move in with him... for free! That is, if you don't mind living with two completely opposite college boys. However, life isn't that easy, and there's a hot asshole around the corner to piss you off. Especially when he's always up late at night when you're studying, purposely trying to get on your nerves in the most perverse way possible. You hate him. Yet, the tables seem to turn when he comes knocking on your door asking for your help. For something in exchange, of course. Under one agreement, that is.