What Stories

what the fuck? Mona Andrew's mind screamed when she saw the lake lighten up with a weird light like staring at the sky with a mix of black, red, orange, green and purple. what the fuck? her suppressed scream echoed in her own ears when she swam in nothingness. what the fuck? she thought when a chitauri army flew overhead in the sky after getting out of the lake. what the fuck? she gaped, when she met the mightiest heroes. they weren't supposed to exist outside the movies and comics. what. the. fuck? {OC x Steve Rogers} Since one movie is done here. I am pausing this story for sometime. I will occasionally post chapters tho. © My own storyline

just what the title says, similar story and all :)

vents maybe, or random facts, maybe some secrets. you will never be able to tell, because none of it will make sense. it will have meanings that I know, but it's most likely going to be song lyrics from the moment, or me turning things into random gibberish. decifer if you so please ;p

"Have you ever wanted to be apart of something greater?" Of course you'd want to! Be apart of something building into something better! And sure getting paid to test out something new is scary it's worth it in the long run! Especially when it's a promised virtual paradise. And of course why would amity.co ever fail you? Why would they lie? Why wouldn't they... _★_★_★_★_★_★_★_★_★_★_ Story written by Athena luevano hope whoever reads this likes it :D Also cover art was by me :] (definitely wasn't rushed trust)

When a strange object falls on Chicken Little and Foxy Loxy during baseball practice, humiliating them and calling them crazy, they must prove they're not and find a way to regain their dignity.

probably stuff and more. don't mind my artifacts their dumb ofc hehe

Most of the drawings are osc related, Tengolf related, and some are old. And there is gonna be stories and other things besides my art and me randomly typing stuff that happened to me today or a while ago please enjoy this lololololol and watch me improve art and writing or whatever idk there is warnings at the "before you see my drawings..." chapter thats your only warning BUT SERIOUSLY PLEASE ENJOY MY ART AND OTHER THINGS I DO IN THIS BOOK

𝑨 𝑺𝑼𝑴𝑴𝑬𝑹 𝑾𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬 𝑨 𝑮𝑹𝑶𝑼𝑷 𝑶𝑭 𝑭𝑰𝑽𝑬 ‣ 𝑀𝐼𝐿𝑂𝑈, 𝐴𝑉𝐴, 𝑇𝐸𝐷𝐷𝑌, 𝑆𝑇𝐸𝑉𝐼𝐸, 𝐴𝑁𝐷 𝐷𝐴𝑁𝐼𝐶𝐴 ១ 𝑴𝑬𝑬𝑻𝑺 𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹 2 𝑮𝑹𝑶𝑼𝑷's 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝑵𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 𝑾𝑯𝑬𝑵 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝒀 𝑮𝑶 𝑶𝑼𝑻.. 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺 𝑮𝑬𝑻 𝑪𝑹𝑨𝒁𝒀. ‣ continued characters... 𝑵𝑶𝑾 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝒀 𝑶𝑭𝑭𝑰𝑪𝑰𝑨𝑳𝑳𝒀 𝑯𝑨𝑽𝑬 𝑺𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑶𝑵𝑬 𝑨𝑭𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑴 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑵𝑬𝑿𝑻 𝑺𝑼𝑴𝑴𝑬𝑹. ➨ 𝑲𝑬𝑬𝑷 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑻𝑶 𝑺𝑬𝑬 𝑯𝑶𝑾..  A COLLABED STORY..

My friend has been telling me that some people were commenting in this story. That they want more, so I'mma continue it while writing Every Omega needs a Alpha! And now the series of EOnaA is done.

(THE COVER IS A PLACEHOLDER PLS DON'T ASK ANYTHING ABOUT IT) "'𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭'...𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭. 𝐎𝐡 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥!" Wardens of The Light is a CRK fanfic that takes place both present and past, meaning there's chapters from the deep past and the present day of CRK. For any non-CRK fans reading this book, CRK means Cookie Run Kingdom, a game with cute cookies (and oppresively deep and dark lore). The game is reccomended to be played first before reading this book (though it's gonna take up alot of storage). Thats really all I have to say in this description so BYEEEE!

Join me and my Yi Xi obsession This is just a thing to appreciate my goddess <3 Cover is not my art idk the og artist sorry :((

Short story inspired by the song who are you by mehro

Life never ends.

They say the Veinwood does not forget. But Kaelen Thorne was never meant to remember. In the mist-veiled village of Threnwald, Kaelen lives quietly as a mapmaker of forgotten things: ancient roads no longer walked, borders long erased, and memories that don't belong to him. Raised among ink and parchment, he is content to chart the world from a distance. His quill is the only thing that truly understands him. But when a map he never drew begins to change on its own; its lines shifting, symbols appearing, and secrets bleeding through the page-Kaelen is pulled into a world buried beneath roots and silence for centuries. Something stirs beneath the Veinwood. A fingerprint left in ink. A knocking beneath the floorboards. And a spiral he has seen before, in dreams he cannot remember and scars he cannot trace. As old powers awaken and kingdoms edge toward war, Kaelen will learn that some maps are drawn not to guide, but to bind.

Basically just me bitching about life and occasionally throwing in something unrelated. I don't think this even qualifies as poetry.

"I will find you, and it doesn't matter if i have to search for a better future in 1000 lifetimes, because i'm sure that i will love you in every one of them, and in at least one, we'll have our happy ending" A story of what would happen if neji was in akatsuki Contains a lot of nejiten and slightly naruhina, sasusaku and shikatema ENJOY!

Blend of '90s nostalgia with supernatural dread.

Season 1 (Book 1) AVG CHAPTER 5,000+ WORDS The three of them shouldn't be possible, they shouldn't even exist. But they do, just like all of the other impossible things they do The eldest ,Arete, the brave fighter with a sass problem who will do anything to protect her sisters. The middle child, Zoelie , the calm survivor with badass ninja habits who is determined not to let anyone hurt her sisters again. The youngest Persephone, the sweet healer who just doesn't want to die, just as she doesn't want anyone else to get hurt on her watch. Not to mention their adopted sister Clarke. Now, all of them have to survive on earth with 96 other delinquents. Hopefully they can do one more impossible thing, not die on a supposedly inhabitable planet.

A cold stone settled on her already dying heart. She was going to die here and no one would save her, no one would come offering freedom, just as Chaol and Dorian had, no one would tell her to shut up when she made one of her witty comments, just like Aedion and Rowan had. She was going to die and then be damned to a pit of hell for the rest of eternity.

i like to complain a lot