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Welcome to the world of Beyblade. This is the story of a group of passionate Bladers who follow their dreams on an unforgettable journey to the top. Valt Aoi, runner-up at the Japanese National Tournament, travels to Spain after beina scouted by the prestigious Spanish club, BC Sol. With the world as their stage, Valt and friends face daily challenges in their fight to make it to the World League. But before they can earn the right to a spot, thev must first prove themselves in the European League. Will Valt be able to lead BC Sol to ultimate victory? And once there, does he stand a chance of beating the best bladers on the planet? So begins the story of Valt's evolution as he batles his way to the pinnacle of the Blading world, Or the story of how a blind genius meets a boy who defies all logic. I don't own any Beyblade Burst characters. All characters and the main plot were created and belong to Hiro Morita. The only things I own here are my original characters Wakari Reynolds and Lilia Glass. Note: English is not my native language, so I apologize in advance for grammatical and punctuation errors. Start: 16 April 2022 Finished:

Gwynriel Fan Fic - 18+, TW warnings, Read at own risk

Gwyneth Colt is in her second year of high school and things are finally looking good for the walking clumsiness machine. However, her parents are hitting a rough patch. Things at school are looking good, sure! But can she balance her personal and school life? Luckily, the annual school camp will give her time to think. Maybe it will provide some answers too.

Hiii, this is my first fanfic so no hate pleaseee. Read at your own risk cause it's adult. Also don't steal it or I will she you. It takes place during acosf after solstice when Nesta and Cassian are flying above the mortal lands. A Nessian fanfic featuring Hope and Klaus Mikealson.

What do you call a person who lacks self-awareness-someone who moves through their own life without ever pausing to examine their own thoughts, flaws, or the impact they have on others? A person who does not reflect, does not question themselves, and rarely ever considers how their actions ripple outward into the lives of others. While they may not always be cruel in intention, their indifference is still sharp enough to wound people. Sometimes they cause harm knowingly, with full awareness and no remorse for their actions. Other times, the damage is unintentional, collateral damage born from their carelessness, impulsivity, or an inability for them to empathize with others. Either way, trouble always seems to follow them, like a shadow they refuse to acknowledge. They struggle to see themselves clearly. Accountability feels foreign to them. Empathy feels like it's optional to them, consequences are either exaggerated or unfair. The world is just something that happens to them-it's not something they shape or disturb. So what do you do with someone like that? Do you intervene and try to guide them towards self-reflection, hoping they might one day develop the awareness they lack? Do you challenge them, risking conflict in the process? Or do you step back and allow life itself to teach them through there own experiences-through loss, failure, and the relationships they build? After all, every human being has a nature. Some grow through correction. Others only grow through consequence. And some may resist growth entirely. The question is not only who they are-but rather-are they willing to become someone else?

"To her I am the storm, As I fall for her in all ways possible. May it be as quiet as the rain or as loud as the thunder , it didn't matter because I am hopelessly unapologetically hers. The only difference is I will never stop, not as the world burns to nothing but dust or as time stops flying, because even then I will love her. -Eris Vanserra "You know, I once asked him if he was an artist because they create. That is what they do , that is what I do. But he said no, which I find quite funny because in his own peculiar way he had made my life, my world better. He set the universe on fire yet not once was I burned as I loved all of him, even the parts that were broken." -Dandelion Hollowswiff Not even the Mother would have knows that the loud, cheerful, human bard would barge her way into the heart of the grumbling, trickster, fae heir of the autumn court. Who just so happens to be on a quest to find the very object that could destroy or heal the world.

I am just a simple and normal girl. I am not rich but I am happy with my life but it changes when Mr. Billionaire came. My happy life changes into a sad life. My mother arranged me to Mr. Billionaire so that I can live the life of rich people but I told my mom that I am ok with being poor but my mom forces me and I can't do anything because I love my mom so much that I agreed to all what she wanted me to do. I guess it was okay but I was wrong. ×SORRY FOR THE ERRORS AND I HOPE THAT YOU WILL SUPPORT ME×

"It's a horrible color. Why don't you see it like the rest of our society does?" "Gwynerie," He says softly. I don't look up so he repeats himself, only more sternly this time around. "Gwynerie." He grabs my chin gently and forces me to look up from the ground and into his dazzling green eyes. "I know most people say horrible things, but that is only because they are jealous. Do you realize how rare it is to have your hair and freckles? It is old and expired views that some people still carry with them today about red hair and freckles being 'ugly'." "They aren't wrong." "No! They are the definition of wrong," he urges and sighs. "Gwynerie Murphy. You're magnificent. I knew it the second I bumped into you." We stay like that with his hand under my chin for a moment without saying a word before he breaks the silence. "You're gorgeous." ******* In a land, one far from everything that we know and love, people in society are ranked by their superficial features; the way their hair looks, the form of their faces, their body shapes, and their overall beauty. Anyone with red hair-ugly. Anyone with freckles-ugly. Girls are not allowed to be taller than 5'8; boys are not allowed to be shorter than 5'8. If any of these cases are true? You are dropped right down to the bottom rank of society. Luckily enough for Gwynerie Murphy, she hits all three markers. She has red hair, freckles, and a height of 5'11. It really is luck though when she manages to get into a school built for only the most beautiful people. Come to think of it, doesn't this kind of sound like our world too? ******* Cover by Me (cover submissions accepted!) [Began: February 9th, 2020} [Completed: TBA]

Infrequent updates... Long ago, the world was submerged in an age of darkness. Cold, barren, and ruled by the everlasting dragons. Then came fire, heat, warmth, and from it, they have immerged and with them came the Souls of the Ancient Lords. Gwyn, Lord of sunlight was one of the bearers of the Lord Souls, and he had four dragon slayers whom have fought by his side. Dragon Slayer Ornstein, Hawkeye Gough, Lord's blade Ciaran, and Wolf Knight Artorias. Once un-needed, they all went their seperate ways. Ornstein wen't to protect Gwyn's daughter Gwyndolin, Ciaran left to a land unknown and Gough wandered to find a new beginning. Artorias however, wished to continue his crusade against the forces of darkness and spread Gwyn's holy light throughout the lands. Armed with his sword and wolf companion Sif, he decides to battle an ancient evil that was stirring in the darkness of a mysterious land of Oolacile. The darkness of Manus, the Primeval Man, Father of the Abyss. Artorias believed that he would be able to defeat such a foe, but ended up being consumed by the very darkness he wished to rid from the world. Now broken, he awaits his death anxiously, in hopes to finally be free. When he does die however, something happens that he doesn't expect. He finds himself where dragons are both, his allies and his enemies. Where elves, dwarves, and demonic creatures called urgals live amongst humans. He finds a world ripe with stories and light, and finds that he was given a second chance. At a holy crusade once again. But will he truly be rid of the darkness that consumed him? Or will he once again fall to the clutches of evil? I don't own Dark Souls nor Eragon, Eragon belongs to Christopher Paolini and Dark Souls to FromSoftware.

The final installment of The Morgenstern Legacy trilogy. Part 1: Prince of the Courts (Completed) Part 2: Exile of the Clave (Completed) Part 3: Blood of the Hunt (In progress, starting January 2017) Amazing cover and chapter art created by @shadowhunters-inspire-me on Tumblr, or @sebastard.morgenstern on Instagram -- Follow her for more amazing Shadowhunter edits! (Update - May 23/17: Please note that Prince of the Courts, Exile of the Clave, and Blood of the Hunt were written after the release of Lady Midnight, but before Lord of Shadows.)

Jake and Hoon were childhood bestfriends. But they grew apart when the former's family decided to migrate to Australia. 15 years later, they reconnected. At first, they became enemies, then friends until they became love birds. They were happy. Their circle of friends were happy. But some people were not. Matty, Jake's stepmother offered Hoon a large amount of money in exchange for him to let go Jake and let the latter marry Hanna, the daughter of a business tycoon. Will Hoon sell his love for Jake? Will they remain unbothered given the objection of many? Disclaimer: All characters and events are from the author's creative mind. Plagiarism is a crime. All rights reserved P.S. this is TAGLISH Date Started: October 20, 2021 Date Ended: December 07, 2021

┌── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──┐ "It was not love than ran a thread between them. It was a primal instinct, distilled into their very bones from ancestors of a time of only beasts. Of predator and prey. That was not love. Only a forceful connection in which Nesta Archeron wanted no part of. So she left." └── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──┘ rhysand x nesta begins after acowar

Want to know a secret? Well Caelan Anderson has plenty, except he doesn't know he has any. He just wanted to finish his senior year and get as far away as he could from that hell hole, but fate had other ideas. Can he survive being thrown into an unknown world full of faeries, warlocks and demons? Can he fulfil the prophecy? Can he survive falling in love? He would gladly go back to school, to avoid the pressure of being responsible for his newly found friend’s lives...trouble is Caelan has enemies, and they won't rest till he is dead. Enemies he earned, just for being born.

Nesta lives with her hateful aunt and her stupid cousin. So what does she do when someone invites her to Hogwarts? Why, she jumps onto the first broom she sees and flies right to their front door.

I wanted to explore the pain of the final battle of the rite from cassian's POV and an added bonus after the scene at the river for them both the heal together.

She's this jolly girl named Merry Flor. Palaging naka ngiti pero may iniisip din. Palaging tumatawa pero may problema rin. Palaging tumutulong pero minsan siya na mismo ang nangangailangan. Tao lang naman din siya, kaya ganyan.

nesta x azriel my friend dared me to do this

"I woke up in a field of flowers once again. The petals of the colour of violet, lilac, rose. As the sun descended, the sky changed its colours. I watched as a smears of violet painted in the pink sky. Where warriors flew in their winged horses, their beauty illuminating the sky such as stars in the new sky. The sun descended further until it paused above the sea, showing half of its beauty as the ocean sparked the rest. Shadows formed against the light of dawn, the lady holding the warrior's scarred hand as they ruled in glory, the Court of Dusk." ***** The story of the third sister.