Castletown Stories

Just some harmless fun and some laughs too.

this story is about a girl who is autistic since age 5 and is in a wheel chair since she was 10 years old but that doesn't top her from achieving her dreams of becoming a popstar some day but she has some set backs along the way but her family is there to help her every step of the way, well that girl is me fera hood Sakurada I have a hard time making friends cause they made fun of me since I was a kid so there are somethings I have problems with but my brothers and sisters are gonna help me achieve my dreams, why??? because this is my story hope that you guys like it

[DISCLAIMER: THIS STORY HAS BEEN DISCONTINUED AND WILL NO LONGER BE WRITTEN OR UPDATED. READ WITH UNDERSTANDING THAT THE AUTHOR HAS STOPPED WORKING ON THIS FIC ENTIRELY.] WARNING: This story has a lot of violence. If you are uncomfortable with graphic violence, gore, abuse, foul language, etc, it's suggested that you do not read this. If you do, just keep this in mind. (Don't worry it's not as bad as you think.) The dark world has had some darker times. From heated arguments on politics to pure chaos, it's hard to determine whether or not it will all end. However, one thing remains quite certain: this havoc is nowhere near finished. There is one event especially that, though it has been shrouded by the shadows, has caused grief for some. This tale in particular involves a King of Spades, a duke of puzzles, and a prince, all whom have come to a problem. First, the King of Spades doesn't like his son very much because he's getting in the way of his work. And then suddenly, the king is overprotective of him. Since the duke of puzzles takes care of the prince so much, he's had a better connection with him. The king hates this and blames the rule maker for taking his son away. This whole thing spirals into a fit of chaos, that of which the spade prince, Prince Lancer, has to figure out. Only time can tell what will befall of these beloved royals. •><•><•><• I do not own these characters, they belong to Toby Fox. The cover art and all other cover art in this fanfic belongs to me. Please ask if you want to use them. Updates will be slow. Maybe once every two to three months. STARTED: Feb 5, 2019 ENDED: -N/A-

Look man i just got inspo one day and wrote this o nimpulse i have no clue what im doing

>About three things, I was absolutely certain. First, Vaati was not entirely human. Second, there was a part of him-and I didn't know how dominant that part might be-that thirst for my power. And third, I was unconditionally and irrevocably drawn to him.< When Zamorah, daughter of Queen Zelda and the Demon King Ganondorf, is forced to transfer to Hyrule Royal Academy, she expects cold stares, ancient prophecies, and rumors about her mixed bloodline. What she doesn't expect is Vaati-a mysterious wind mage with crimson eyes, haunting secrets, and a family of cursed legends. The more she learns about him, the more the balance between light and shadow begins to unravel. And the closer she gets, the more she realizes the truth may not just destroy her... It could awaken something inside her she was never meant to become.

I got this photo from zerochan.net- if anyone knows the artist please tell me so I can give proper credit. Thank you! 🎨 **A comfort/fluffy one-shot because I am all about the comfort right now.** It's been seven years since your childhood best friend Link departed the scared Kokiri woods to answer his calling as the Hero of Time. In his absence, you continued to blossom into a head-strong and righteous young woman. Creating your own freightage company, you travel the expansive fields of Hyrule, providing the nation with goods come rain, snow, or shine. But a chance encounter in Castle Town leaves you reeling with memories of a certain long-lost love your heart refuses to relinquish. Time has been good to Link, but it hasn't been good to the feelings you vowed to forget. As the two old friends are reunited and discover a chemistry that sizzles like the scorching Gerudo sun, you can't help but wonder, if a certain someone is also a little too not over you.