"What do I expect to find out here, why do I continue this doomed journey, I ran out of water twelve hours ago, everything on and within my body feels as if it may crumble and take flight on the wind."- The WastelandsThis story began as a poem to describe that hopeless feeling we all have experienced. I hope someone reads this and actually enjoys it. Hopefully someone likes it enough to design a cover, I'd really appreciate that. I'd love to see what the Wastelands look like to the readers. Who knows I could mix it up, extend it, and come up with a different ending. Constructive feedback Please?!
Shiro Mae Fajardo is a dedicated student of Chaรณ Yรกng University along with her best friend Lynx Baรฑes, but the two of them mostly have the world on their own and never let anyone be part of them for they rarely trust anyone from the prestigious university they entered. As they're taking their research they have a merge with another college and they met Asher Ning, who's one of the prominent students at their University. She is from a politician's family and is even friends with the University owner's nephew. She seems to like Shiro to be her friend and pursues her but Shiro's always in doubt.Asher's childhood best friends Yangyang Amelle Liu, Nathaniel "Nana" Lim, and Mark Gonzales are worried about her and besides that, they don't want to meet Zhong Austin (The University Owner's nephew) and Shiro because they know how chaotic will be if he meets an unruly like her. As Asher continually pursues Shiro and chased her again, Shiro unintentionally gets off herself from Asher's grip on her shoulders and helplessly stumbled.Surprisingly, Austin came back from Shanghai without noticing his friends about it and misunderstood everything. He aggressively grabbed Shiro's bag and accidentally drops the headphones which is the old headphone that was given by her father as his last gift.What will happen now to them when Austin just destroyed one of the important things that Shiro treasures the most?Hope you'll enjoy reading Suddenly Love Exists ๐The update for the next chapter is every Tuesday or Wednesday ๐คLove, Author Elรซ ๐
๐ธ Kanao's art book, that should speak for itself. I draw a lot- mostly the characters I can roleplay and post them. Any Kanao art goes straight to her blog and that's about it. All art will be KNY/Demon Slayer related with hints of other animes to. Ships may be included! ๐ธ๐ธPS: I also take requests~๐ธ
After falling into the underground, Toriel nurses you back to health and takes you in as her own. Six months later, during your first outing into the outskirts of Snowdin someone stumbles upon you. A very kind skeleton that declares you as his new friend!I also haven't written a fanfiction in years so please forgive any mistakes! If there's anything you notice regarding the grammar or spelling and such, please let me know and I'll correct it! :)(Cover art by https://www.tumblr.com/nemurism)
A Ranger's Apprentice alternate universe where certain Rangers actually do have magic.
Now, following the end of the current season, a young timelord had hoped that it would end up being better for anyone involved, but alas, it was not to be,"Oh, dear, the worlds are converging," Sighing, a young man with black hair, a youth of around 19 wearing a suit and holding a cane on hand, took out a book before opening it. "Repairing and preparing the worlds will be a chore ad it will take a while,"The young man hummed, taking his cane and patting the ground with it several times, several screens appeared, each involving symbols of different people."Might as well take a page out of others' books and bring people in," Smiling, the young man threw his book in the air, letting it reach a high altitude. The book glowed brightly only for the forest around them transformed into a nice quaint countryside with several houses, similar to a camp. "Now, shall we bring the guests in?"
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