Odiaba la hechicería, por más que corriera por sus venas. Hilos por aquí, hilos por allá, siempre haciéndole recordar que librarse de sus raíces era correr en círculos. Ella solo quería ser una no-hechicera, con una vida normal y tranquila. No quería acabar escuchando que estaba destinada a una inevitable unión de clanes para preservar el legado de los Ito. Quizás solo debía de jugar contra lo que la esperaba y encontrar una manera de acabar con todo eso. Debía de hallar la forma de cortar los hilos. Solo tenía que evitar a un tal Satoru Gojo. ¿Qué tan fácil le resultaría esa tarea? [...] Y sin mucho ánimo, el de gafas estiró una mano hacia ella, pasando por sobre los infantes. -Satoru Gojo. ¿Y tú eres? Sintió que el alma abandonó su cuerpo. ¿Qué acababa de escuchar? El rostro y el tono de su piel delataban el impacto de saber eso. Debía de marcharse de ahí. De inmediato. -¿Qué? ¿Te sorprende encontrar al más poderoso? ¿O te retractas de todo lo dicho el otro día?- preguntó con burla, pintando una sonrisa con la misma intención. Ժ ╴ ╴ ╴ ╴ ╴ ╴ ╴ ╴ ╴ ╴ ╴ ╴ ╴ ╴ »Jujutsu Kaisen, Satoru Gojo y tú. »Primer libro. »NO al plagio. »Historia original. »Comienzo: 24 de abril de 2024. »Final: 6 de junio de 2024. »Espero que les guste. »Gran mayoría de personajes pertenecientes a su respectivo creador. »TODOS LOS DERECHOS RESERVADOS.

When everything sounds like you're underwater, how could you not feel like you were drowning?

𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞, 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝, "Call me Castor." I blinked. Castor. The name felt foreign on my tongue, like something I wasn't supposed to know. I hesitated before murmuring, "Castor..." His fingers, which had been pressing a fresh cloth against my wounds, stilled. Something shifted in the air between us. "...Say it again," he murmured, his voice quieter this time. I frowned, confused. "Castor." It wasn't the name itself, but the way I said it-soft, almost hesitant. Like I was trying to figure out who he was beyond the version I had built in my mind. oc x chaos/castor valor (Disclaimer: I don't own Ouabh tbona or acftl and not the characters except my own. those masterpieces belong to Stephanie garber)

book 2 although the Clone War is drawing to a close, there is still a war within the Jedi of many secrets. The Order has shaped her ethics, but that which is forbidden is her inner compass. She is a warrior, a sister, a friend, a lover. Ultimately, she must choose, before it is too late.

Oh I'm Dead... Where am I? Why is there a war...against gods? The ancient tombs and the dungeons of Fear & Hunger? ...I thought all demons are already slayed? I wanna rest... Why are the demons here doesn't wear clothes? Why are they so indecent... How disgusting... _______________________________________ A demon slayer found herself transported to the world of Fear & Hunger. Tired of being strong and weary of constant battles, she decided to embark on a journey to visit the so-called City of Gods, or Mahavre. As she ventured into this unfamiliar realm, she encountered some intriguing individuals. Instead of moping around, why doesn't she use her genius intellect to observe these individuals, so it wouldn't be too boring _________________________________________________ CREDIT THE IMAGE TO THE OWNER I DON'T OWN FEAR AND HUNGER

For everyone who dreams of a life far, far away in Middle Earth. Settling down with one of the fine Elves Tolkien created. This is a collection of fluffy love stuff for all the elf simps. Mostly some daydreams that have popped into my head. Warning: Suggestive humour, fluff, angst, drama, blood and gore, emotional stuff, mental breakdowns. Y/n and First person POV. *All credit goes to Tolkien*

𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂: In which a heavy one piece fan, ends up in the world they adored so much. What kind of ways will they contribute to the story? Find out! ﹌﹌﹌ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: This book includes heavy spoilers, and I mean HEAVY. read at your own risk if you're not caught up in the anime. Also, a decent amount of cursing. (not overdone, but still.) ﹌﹌﹌ (The original series, One Piece, does not belong to me. All rights belong to Eiichiro Oda. This is just for fun.) ﹌﹌﹌ Start: July 1st 2023

Athos, Porthos, and Aramis are sent to meet and then deliver a Spanish woman to the King and Queen. A Spanish Lady in France. There can only be adventure, and some interesting problems for the musketeers.

When a mysterious storm comes across on Destiny Islands separating, Sora, Riku, Kairi and Maya. Sora and Maya are reunited in an other world. Teaming up with Donald and Goofy the quadruple must find their missing friends and their lost king before darkness takes over the world. Maya is a mysterious girl that washed on the shores of Destiny Islands the same day Kairi did. Little did they know that Maya would hold secrets of her own. I'm taking the story I have from my Qotve account and re writing here to make it better

"Few remember the name of the woman recorded in the histories only as 'Fingon's Wife'." Final story in the Airequalmë trilogy. Top ranked #1 in Silmarillion, #1 in Noldor *-*-*-*-* Few remember the name of the woman recorded in the histories only as "Fingon's Wife." None will confirm the rumor that she came from another world. But she had a part to play in the First Age... The Unlight covered Valinor in total darkness. Even when the Unlight passed, the elves had only the stars to guide them. Fëanáro intends to use his title as King to exact revenge on the fallen Vala, Morgoth, who has murdered his father and stolen the precious Silmarils, the only remaining source of hallowed light. Eve and her husband Findekáno travel together back to the other lands. But what will they find there? This is the final part of her story: one of family, of tragedy, and of faith. *-*-*-*-* BASED ON A REVERSAL OF DANTE'S DIVINE COMEDY - INFERNO Part Three of the Airequalmë Begins Year of the Trees 1495 *-*-*-*-* Story begun: November 17, 2018 Story completed: -- *-*-*-*-* "Among the tales of sorrow and of ruin that came down to us from the darkness of those days there are yet some in which amid weeping there is joy and under the shadow of death light that endures." × JRR Tolkien, The Silmarillion