Historias de Whimsy

On the day Etheria fell, Rowena Valmont lost everything: her home, her family, and the future she once believed in. For seven years, the noble-born exile has clung to hope in the shadows, waiting for her father's return. But when her last sanctuary is destroyed, Rowena discovers a legendary weapon born of magic that was long thought to be extinct. Suddenly, she is thrust into a deadly world where the fate of kingdoms hangs in the balance as an ancient, malevolent force stirs once more. Pursued by enemies and drawn to a mysterious gladiator whose secrets could cost them both everything, Rowena must decide: Will she risk everything to reclaim her homeland, or will she rise to become the hero Solmira never knew it needed?

❙⠀ 𝗹𝗨𝗖𝗞𝗬 𝗴𝗜𝗥𝗟 𝘀𝗬𝗡𝗗𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗘 ✸ the fifth generation girl group 𝗹𝘂𝗻𝘆𝗼.⠀ ⠀5 / 5⠀open ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ I look up to the sky and think, "At least we look at the same moon". The one of many ways that I can think of you. ⠀✶ㅤ28-R3AS0NS ╱ 2026 ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ In a state of finding comfort in familiar places that I know. The sadness is only temporary, it comes and it goes, like the weather in the summer when the wind decides to move. I look up to the sky and think: "At least we look at the same moon" "At least we look at the same moon" The one of many ways that I can think of you. The irony of looking up to something, or even just somebody, can't put the face onto the name that I don't even know the half of what you had, I had a dad that didn't know. But we both looked at the sky and thought: "At least we look at the same moon" "At least we look at the same moon". I wish I met the man who had left too soon.

About pictures I colored in. it's a Picture book. hope you enjoy. all fandoms, random coloring sheets and more

Some monsters are born. Others are made. Legend says the Beast cannot be killed. After her kingdom falls and her family is torn apart, Airelyn is taken to Hellon- a brutal prison where children are forged into weapons. Years later, the girl who entered its gates is gone, replaced by a survivor with ancient magic awakening beneath her skin. As darkness spreads across the kingdoms, Airelyn must decide whether to become the monster they created... or the hero they desperately need.

"What are you?!" "I am your star!" The entity (or so he thought) said, pushing a strand of his hair behind his ear, "You called, and I came." Seonghwa was going through the motions of life. Quite literally. All he ever saw anymore were flashes of blurry light and foggy memories. In his mind, deep and hidden, his happiness dwindled and he could feel himself dying, and for a second he believed it as something fell on him. Hongjoong was lucky to be alive after what he had just done. He had disobeyed his aunt, his guardian, his superior, and traveled to the underworld. Except... maybe it was a good thing, because if he hadn't gone, he would have never found out that the 'underworld' looked almost like his...except duller. He couldn't get distracted though... he had a mission to complete! . . . . . . . . . . . . ⚠️This story does not, in ANY WAY represent the members of ATEEZ. THIS IS PURELY FICTIONAL!⚠️ Warnings- violence, death, blood, mentions of suicide, depression, verbal abuse. More to come in later

A Book for All Ages

golden brown texture like sun / lays me down with my mind she runs / throughout the night no need to fight / never a frown with golden brown. { by riotsuns } { pre-akotsk-season 1 au } { baelor breakspear x fem!oc } { book one of seven } { savage daughters series } { started: 2.16.26 } { ended: tbd }

Sixteen years ago, a dying business-dog drew up a will that would grant his four pups control over a massive corporation. This will, alas, would not be fulfilled in all its terms, for their wicked uncle Numitor, with the aid of his faithful slave Hovris, banished them to the void between the worlds. Now, they have grown into big and strong lads and lasses and are ready to take back what was stolen unjustly from them. Will they triumph? Will they be able to regain control of their company? Will Hovris ever be free? In this wonderful tale from the magical multiverse of Nixvir, we enter a darker world of corporate greed and wickedness...

"There's all kinds of magic KC, the type that fixes you up no matter how many times you fall, the type that gives you an edge over other people in a competition, there are so many types" She explains grating the okro fingerlings lazily. I ponder on what she has said for a long while before finally speaking up "What's your magic?" "I can't tell you" she replies, giving me a wink "Can't or won't?" I push feeling strangely deflated "Oh, so you're a grown up now eh? trying to play smart and what not" she counters, still smiling. "You don't have to tell me, I know it already, its pretty easy to tell" I assure her shrugging, knowing it's a bluff, but she doesn't need to know that. "Mhmmmn" "What's my magic going to be?" I ask, drawing my stool closer to where she's sitting in the dimly lit kitchen. I take over the grating from her as she turns her attention to the pot on the stove. She cranes her neck around to look at me, her brown eyes big and full of knowledge, but the answer she gives shocks me dumb. "I don't know KC, I guess you'll have to find that out for yourself"

Writing poetry has always been important to me. This is a collection of poems spanning many years. I hope you find them interesting.

Pinkie Pie has a surprise for Twilight and it's perfectastic!

Why are we here anyway if not to?

These are thoughts born under the moon's glow; when sheep has run out, and sleep's a child playing hide and seek with the mind. Some moonlit verses from a pillow-hugging girl.

When the moon's bedtime song suddenly snaps and turns the night into a noisy kazoo, it's up to Emmerson-an energetic, messy, big-idea little sister-her artistic sister Aveyna, and their wise mother Courtney to stitch it back together. With a star-needle, a braid of moon thread, and a lot of laughter, they climb past clouds and owls to mend the sky itself. Funny, magical, and stitched with love, this is a bedtime adventure about family, creativity, and finding calm in chaos.

When the winter of 1954 arrived, when the frost kissed the windows and the kettle sang in quiet little homes, Clement Whitaker lived alone in a grand house that had grown far too still after the passing of his dear wife. Yet one cold evening, fate set a small kitten upon his doorstep. Diane was meant to be only a passing creature, but warm hearths and lonely hearts are curious things indeed.

A collection of, well, anything! Shall we see what's inside?