blair st clair fanfic

With the imminent arrival of Issue 33, Expedition 33 leaves the crumbling safety of Lumière to enter the Painter's Veil, a surreal and corrupt realm where reality is malleable and danger lurks in every shadow. Guided by a unique ability to sense the Veil's hidden rhythm, they navigate fractured landscapes and forgotten cities, encountering the cryptic Echoes and the anchored Guardians of Veridia. From them, they learn the truth behind the curse: it is not meaningless art, but the Painter's response to the original Fracture, a cosmic trauma caused by the destruction of the Primeval Monolith.

You were so happy to finally be able to live alone only to find out that you are not as alone as you would like to be. Your deceased great aunt left you not only a house with spiders in every corner, but so much more that you can't seem to get rid of and which is becoming a greater danger.

Dying sucks. Reincarnating with Gojo Satoru's face into the viper's nest known as Gossip Girl... that's a golden opportunity. My plan was simple: use my future knowledge to amass a fortune, enjoy the Upper East Side parties, and most importantly, stay far away from the Manhattan elite's drama. I thought I had everything under control. But one legendary night in Chuck Bass's penthouse changed everything. I woke up with a monumental hangover and a new piece of art on my skin: a tattoo that declares me, in elegant calligraphy, as "Property of Blair Waldorf." The worst part is, she has a matching one with my name. Now, the undisputed Queen B and I are tied by ink and a drunken mistake. How am I supposed to rule my new world when Manhattan's most dangerous and beautiful woman has already claimed me as hers? XOXO.

Freedom is all I've ever asked. Having spent my whole life in a cold facility, having doctors poke and prod at me like I'm some sort of animal...well, I got sick of it. Not only was I something of a failure, having not lived up to the expectations of those around me and being nothing more than a regular 12 year old, but I didn't even get my own name. "Zero," They called me. I even had it tattooed on me. I mean, damn, excuse me for being a regular human. What did they expect? Superpowers or something? No, I wanted more. I wanted a change. "But this isn't exactly what I had in mind." When I said I wanted to be free, I didn't mean being the last human in a rotted world that looked as though it was flipped upside down. With close calls to death being an everyday thing, monsters lurking in every corner, me having to find out I wasn't so regular after all and more mysteries waiting for me out there, I swore I'd survive. Not only survive, but burn that whole facility to the ground. With all that being said, this place, whatever it was...I still preferred it over the facility. It’s the closest thing I’ve had to a home. ******************************************************************* This is my first time writing anything and English is not my first language so I'm sorry if my writing is not of standard, I promise I'm trying my best. I only did this on a whim, so if you guys enjoy it, let me know so I know if I should continue and put more effort into it. Alright, let me know what you think, enjoy!

Jesse saved me and now I am eternally grateful to him. He takes me out on dates but I haven't had a chance to return the favour. Until I met Rachel... A love fan fiction about Glee's Jesse St James. Can Allison keep Jesse to herself or will Rachel tear them apart?

In a world where ink and color shape reality, the war between painters and writers has left irreversible scars. After Verso’s sacrifice, Alicia tries to move on, haunted by injuries and the ghosts of the canvas. But when Antoine, a young writer with perfect recall, gives her two unfinished manuscripts—one of fantasy, one of horror—their contents merge by accident, unleashing a new threat: the Smarrax, nightmare-born horrors with no weakness. In this rewritten world, former heroes rise again without memories, and the truth behind the ruling families slowly surfaces. Tomorrow is inevitable... but this time, there’s no promise they’ll survive to see it.

Clair De Lune yang artinya sinar rembulan. ~You are like an sun, shining my dark life~ KSJ ~You are my eternal moon, light up my dark night, whenever that is ~ SYR . . . . "bisa kau terus berada di sisiku?" "aku tidak abadi a-argh" "aku akan menunggumu dan mengingat mu walaupun itu sangat lama, pada umur ku yang abadi ini aku tidak akan melupakan mu" satu tetes air mata itu mengalir dan membasahi bibir ranum perempun itu. *** apakah kutukan itu ada? banyak orang tak mempercayai nya, karena sangat mustahil bukan? tapi itu benar terjadi di sini, seorang malaikat yang kuat di kutuk oleh iblis yang sama kuatnya, ia di kutuk dan di pekerjakan untuk membantunya mencarikan makanan yaitu jiwa manusia. ia di kutuk menjadi Rusa besar yang kuat dan memiliki umur yang abadi hingga ia bertemu dengan penawar kutukannya. . . . . manusia yang mempunyai kekuatan super sangat beruntung bukan? tapi tidak seberuntung kehidupannya bertentangan dengan keberuntungan dan wajah cantik yang ia miliki. Semua kesulitan itu ia lewati walaupun tidak mudah, demi orang tuanya dan cintanya. ~happy reading~ maaf jika masih banyak kekurangan dan Typo di cerita ini

Disclaimer: This is a story that consists exclusively of OCs. I am using the basic idea of the mutually hostile communities of Painters and Writers, as well as the way painting works in Clair Obscur, and bringing it all into a setting where writing and painting come into conflict with each other within the same work of art. Blurb: A child born from the union of a writer and a painter. Greedy hands reach for Romane´s fate - a girl hidden by her mother inside a painting. It falls to Alphonse to protect the daughter of his creator from the very disaster that bears his face.

Stella Sterling, born into wealth, had always followed the rules. Jaded by the hypocrisy of high society, she suddenly had a whim one day to have an ordinary romance. Thus, a fabricated rumor that Stella Sterling had spent a fortune to hire a Matchmaker from a dating site to find her a partner quickly spread through her circles. Those on good terms with her teased and watched the fun. Those on bad terms with her waited to see her become a joke. Later, an employee from the dating website revealed, "The company was acquired with an investment from a Vicenzan tycoon, and the profile of a certain female member with the surname Sterling was hidden overnight." The public speculated wildly about the identities of the Vicenzan tycoon and the female member with the surname Sterling. - Later on, a candid street photo that was accidentally captured went viral. In the dense night of The Spire on Vesper Island— Beside a Benz, a handsome, composed, and dignified man lifted a striking beauty in a red dress with one arm, pressing her against the car door and lowering his head for a deep kiss. In the faint light and shadow, the woman's flowing hair was swept by the wind, wrapping around the man's finger, which wore a pinky ring. Like a footnote to a romance, and even more like a vintage film frame etched into the axis of time. Someone immediately dug up the man's identity based on clues from the photo. The eldest son of Vicenza's Rhodes Family—low-profile and inscrutable, cold and untamable, and also the powerful contemporary authority of The Vesper Circle. And the alluring, glamorous belle by his side was none other than Stella Sterling. When the street photo spread to the mainland, everyone excitedly exclaimed: "The case is solved, the case is solved—"

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"