For My Followers And Anyone Who Wants To Read This!

For my followers and anyone who wants to read this!

Hi my babies, new followers, and other accounts!! i would like to say that You are doing GREAT!!!

You can do what ever you set your BEAUTIFUL Mind to; i'm here to remind you that you are beautiful inside and out!, keep doing what you want to do!! Enjoy everyone and everything!!

You have a propose!!, Never think bad about yourself and ALWAYS!! think positively!!, You can achieve your goals NO MATTER How BIG or small they are!

Your a beautiful/handsome person and i believe in you with ALL my heart!!

and most important stay hydrated, eat, and stay happy watch something to cool your mind.

Have a good rest of your day/night/evening/morning and i LOVE You

*Mauh* you can talk to me if you like i have asks open if you need to talk about anything!!

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On another mission where the boys are all in their Ghost Team masks

Ghost, looking at Soap’s mask: Looks like mine.

Soap, confused: It is yours.

Ghost, shaking his head: No, you look like you’re mine.

Oh, Simon. He’s always been yours.

Your Greatest nightmare: Hey

Vox: sup

I Don't get the reference I'M SORRY!!!

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Hi child!!,

or- whatever you would liked to be called!

I have come here bc i'm lonely- very very lonely-.

Anyway i just wanna talk or have a conversation bc i'm bored. If you have time ofc. i don't want to disturb you at all my child. but i would like to know what you like, like shows or hobbies you have! and i have come to encourage you to have a good day/night/morning/evening anytime of day you read this! and to remind you i'm here for anything you need, a shoulder to cry on!, or someone you can talk to!

Sincerely,

Your-.....

anything you wanna call me!

AWWW UR SO KIND <33

here ya go!! :]

shows: demon slayer, haikyuu, cells at work, & case closed! (from the top of my head lol)

hobbies: exercising (running, indoor/outdoor biking, gonna start weight lifting!, etc.), drawing, writing, & needle felting!

YOUR TURN!! :DD ALSO, DO YOU HAVE ANY NICKNAMES????

HAVE AN AMAZING WEEK BTW LOVELY <3333 💞💕

this got me on the floor beggin!!!

i'm too big f a simp-

Red is a lil nervous boy but Russ is on flirt mode ❤️❤️

This song have been on my mind for so long. (Cross-posted from my TT)

And here their png. I have fun coloring their clothes

How do i make my target audiences , it’s rather uncomfortable to let other who doesn’t like self-shipping to see.

Part two of my story!! of me and my characters!

Narrator: Ako pushed through the crowd and stepped into the cobblestone street. A group of armored figures, their weapons drawn, were marching down the center of the marketplace. They bore the insignia of the Royal Guard of Luminara.

Ako: Ako's heart quickened as he stepped out into the cool evening air. The Royal Guard's presence was unusual for this time of night. His protective instincts on high alert, he approached one of the less occupied stalls, the owner of which was anxiously peeking around the corner. "What's going on?" He asked in a low tone.

Narrator: The stall owner, a gnome with a wild beard and a twitching nose, looked up at Ako with fear in his eyes. "It's the guild! They're raiding the city for unlicensed magic users!"

Ako: Ako's heart skipped a beat as he realized the gravity of the situation. He quickly turned back to the tavern door, his mind racing. Pitaya's gentle magic wasn't something to be feared, but in the eyes of those who didn't understand, it could be a death sentence. He pushed his way through the patrons, ignoring their worried glances, and returned to their table. "We need to leave, now," he murmured urgently, his eyes never leaving hers. The color drained from Pitaya's face as she heard the commotion outside grow louder. She nodded, clutching the spellbook tightly to her chest.

Narrator: Ako grabbed their things and led Pitaya through the tavern's back door, into a narrow alleyway lined with overflowing barrels and crates. The smell of rotting vegetables and damp earth filled the air, a stark contrast to the cozy warmth of the 'Dragon's Rest'. They moved quickly but quietly, Ako's wings folding in close to his body to avoid detection. The shouts grew closer, echoing off the alley walls. Ako's tail twitched anxiously as they reached the end of the alley and peered around the corner. The Royal Guard was conducting a thorough search, their torches casting flickering shadows across the cobblestone street.

Pitaya: "What do we do?" Pitaya's voice was barely above a whisper, her eyes wide with fear.

Narrator: Ako took Pitaya's hand firmly in his, his eyes never leaving hers. "We're going to get to the horses as quickly and calmly as we can. Try to keep the spellbook hidden and stay close to me. We'll be fine." He leaned in to whisper, his warm breath a comforting presence against her cheek. With a nod of understanding, Pitaya tucked the book into her robes and they slipped through the shadows of the alleyway. Ako's scales rippled, a testament to his tension, but he kept his composure as he navigated the twisting pathways. The sound of the Royal Guard's boots grew louder, their torches throwing erratic shadows across the ground. They turned the corner and spotted the 'Unicorn's Retreat' sign, a beacon of hope in the chaos. The smell of fresh hay and the soft whinny of their horses brought a small measure of relief. Ako stealthily approached the stable, gesturing for Pitaya to follow. He whispered to her, "Quickly, hide the book in your saddlebag and get on your horse. I'll be right behind you."

Pitaya: Pitaya nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. She clutched the spellbook tightly, feeling the weight of its ancient knowledge and the danger it now represented. She quickly followed Ako, her hooves as quiet as a whisper on the cobblestone. Upon reaching the stable, she glanced around nervously before sliding the book into her saddlebag. Her trembling hands took a moment to fasten the buckle securely. With one last look at Ako, she swung herself onto her horse, her tail wrapping around the saddle in a silent plea for safety.

Ako: Ako's eyes searched the shadows for any signs of the approaching guards. He could feel the tension in the air, the anticipation of discovery a palpable force. He mounted his own steed, his tail lashing in agitation. "We're going to ride out of here, nice and slow. Don't draw attention." He whispered, his eyes locked on Pitaya's, ensuring she understood the gravity of their situation.

Narrator: With a gentle nod, Pitaya leaned forward, her horn brushing the horse's mane as she urged it into a cautious walk. They moved as one through the shadowy streets, the cobblestone cool beneath their hooves and the occasional whisper of the night breeze carrying the distant sounds of the city's unrest.

Narrator: --- Their escape from the tavern had been successful, but the tension remained high as they made their way through the labyrinth of alleys. Ako's sharp eyes scanned their surroundings, every shadow a potential threat. The Royal Guard's presence was like a storm cloud looming over the city, casting a pall of fear across the once-cheerful marketplace. They approached the city gates, which were now barricaded with soldiers questioning all who attempted to leave. Ako's mind raced for a plan, his tail twitching anxiously. He spotted a small side gate, partially obscured by a cart of hay. "This way," he murmured to Pitaya, guiding her towards the gate. The guards were distracted by a commotion nearby, giving them a narrow window of opportunity. With a silent prayer to the moon above, they urged their horses into a swift gallop, charging through the gate just as it was about to be closed. The thunder of hooves and the creak of the gate echoed through the night as they broke into the open countryside, the city's warm glow fading behind them.

Narrator: As they rode away from Luminara, the sounds of the city's turmoil grew fainter until they were enveloped by the quiet serenity of the night. The moon cast a silver path before them, guiding their way as they ventured further from the city's grasp. Pitaya's grip on the reins was tight, her eyes darting back to the city they'd left behind.

Pitaya: "Do you think they'll find us?" She asked, her voice a shaky whisper that barely carried over the rhythmic pounding of hooves. Her heart raced, each beat echoing in her ears like a drum of dread. The spellbook felt like a hot stone against her side, a constant reminder of the peril they were in. She trusted Ako implicitly, but fear clung to her like a cold mist.

Ako: "We're safe for now, love. We need to put as much distance between us and the city as possible before dawn." He said, his eyes scanning the horizon for any signs of pursuit. His wings itched to unfurl and carry them away, but the need for stealth won out. "We'll find somewhere to hide until things settle down."

Pitaya: Pitaya nodded, trying to slow her racing heart. She knew Ako was right, but the fear was hard to shake. The countryside rolled out before them, a patchwork quilt of fields and forests under the moon's watchful gaze. The sound of their horses' hooves seemed deafening in the quiet night. She clutched the spellbook closer, feeling its warmth against her side. It was a piece of her identity, a connection to the magic she cherished. The thought of losing it, or worse, being caught with it, filled her with a cold dread.

Narrator: The night grew colder as they rode on, the moon casting a silvery light across the landscape. A thick forest loomed ahead, offering the promise of shelter and concealment. Ako steered them towards it, his eyes never leaving the path.

Pitaya: The forest grew closer, its dense canopy a beckoning embrace of shadow. Pitaya's eyes searched the tree line for any sign of danger, her horn glowing softly in the moonlight. The adrenaline from their escape had her magic pulsing through her veins, making her hyperaware of every sound and movement. She whispered a calming incantation under her breath, her horn dimming slightly. The warmth of Ako's hand on her shoulder brought a measure of comfort, grounding her in the present. As they entered the woods, the cacophony of the city was replaced by the gentle whispers of the night. The scent of damp earth and pine needles filled her nostrils, a stark contrast to the smells of the tavern and the city streets. The silence was almost deafening, punctuated only by the occasional hoot of an owl or the rustle of leaves. She leaned into Ako, her trust in him unwavering despite the fear that still lingered in her heart.

Pitaya: Pitaya's eyes searched the inky blackness of the forest, her heart racing as the sound of their horses' hooves grew muffled by the soft carpet of pine needles. She tightened her grip on the saddle horn, her knuckles white. The forest was alive with the whispers of the night, each sound amplified by her heightened senses. The spellbook felt like a beacon of warmth against her side, a stark contrast to the cold fear that gripped her. She glanced back at the city, now a distant memory of lights and danger. "Where will we go?" She asked Ako, her voice barely audible over the sound of their retreat.

Ako: "We'll head for the Mystic Mountains," Ako replied, his voice low and soothing. "There's a village there, called Havenwood. It's a place where those with… unique abilities are welcomed and protected." His eyes never left the path ahead, his mind racing with the details of their journey. The forest grew denser, the trees towering above them like sentinels.

Pitaya: Pitaya's eyes widened in astonishment as she stared at Ako. "Havenwood? That's on the other side of the world!" Her voice held a mix of shock and awe. The thought of such a distant place filled her with excitement, but the reality of their journey ahead was daunting. "How are we ever going to make it there with the Royal Guard on our tail?" The fear of discovery was a cold, heavy weight in her chest, but the thrill of adventure sparkled in her eyes. The forest around them seemed to hold its breath, as if waiting for their answer.

Ako: "One step at a time, my love." Ako's voice was calm, his gaze firm and determined. "We'll stay off the main roads, stick to the shadows, and only travel at night. We've done this before, remember?" He offered her a gentle smile, his scales rippling with the comforting warmth of his love. "We've faced danger together and come out stronger."

Pitaya: Pitaya took a deep breath, drawing strength from Ako's words. She nodded, her horn glowing a little brighter with renewed resolve. "You're right. We've been through so much, and we've always found a way." Her eyes searched his, finding the same hope and determination reflected in his emerald orbs. She squeezed his hand gently. "Let's do this." The forest swallowed them whole, the trees whispering secrets only the night knew. The air grew colder, and the shadows grew longer, but together, they forged ahead.

Narrator: The journey through the forest was fraught with tension, every snapping twig and rustling leaf a potential threat. They pushed their horses to the brink of exhaustion, guided by the light of the moon and the stars. Ako's keen dragon senses were on high alert, his tail swishing in agitation. Pitaya focused on the path ahead, her horn casting a soft glow to illuminate their way. The scent of damp earth and the occasional whiff of wildflowers filled the air, a stark contrast to the fear that clung to them like a second skin. They rode in silence, their thoughts a tumult of fear, hope, and the weight of the journey ahead. As the first light of dawn kissed the horizon, they reached the edge of the forest, revealing a breathtaking view of rolling hills and the beautiful sunrise and the way it kissed the land.

Ako: "We need to rest," Ako said finally, his voice tight with exhaustion. "We've come far, and the horses need a break."

Pitaya: "But what if they find us?" Her voice was small, her eyes wide with fear. The sunrise washed over them, painting the sky in a palette of oranges and pinks, but the beauty was lost on her, overshadowed by the fear of discovery.

Ako: Ako pulled his horse to a halt, turning to face her with a gentle smile. "We've come too far to let fear dictate our path. We'll find a safe place to rest, I promise." He dismounted, his tail swishing in a comforting arc as he approached her. "You've got the book, right?"

Pitaya: Pitaya nodded, patting her saddlebag where the spellbook was hidden. "Yes, it's safe.". The sun's first rays kissed her cheeks, and she couldn't help but feel a flicker of hope. "What's the plan now, Ako?" She asked, her eyes searching his for reassurance. The warmth of the sun and the promise of a new day began to ease the cold grip of fear around her heart.

Ako: Ako scanned the surrounding area, his eyes sharp despite the fatigue. "We'll find a secluded spot, let the horses graze, and get some rest ourselves. We can't afford to be seen right now." He led her to a small glade, the grass lush and the trees' branches intertwining to form a natural canopy.

Ako: Ako's eyes searched the dense foliage for any signs of danger as they approached the glade. The sun was just peeking over the horizon, casting a warm glow across the forest floor. He helped Pitaya dismount, his strong arms steadying her as her legs wobbled. The horses, sensing the tension in their riders, were on high alert, but Ako whispered soothing words to them in a language as old as the dragons themselves. They relaxed slightly, their breath steaming in the crisp morning air. He led them to a spot where the grass was fresh and the trees offered enough shade to keep them hidden from any prying eyes. "We'll rest here for a few hours," he murmured, his tail curling around Pitaya's waist in a gentle embrace. "We're safe for now." He began to unpack their supplies, his movements efficient and precise.

Pitaya: Pitaya's gaze followed Ako as he tended to the horses, her mind racing with thoughts of the book's secrets and the danger it represented. As he worked, she cautiously pulled the spellbook from her saddlebag, her heart fluttering like a trapped bird. The leather was cool to the touch, the pages ancient and filled with the whispers of powerful incantations. She opened it carefully, the scent of aged parchment and mystical herbs filling her nose. The runes and symbols danced before her eyes, beckoning her to dive into their arcane secrets. The fear of discovery was a constant throb in the back of her mind, but the allure of the book was too strong to resist. She leaned against a moss-covered tree, her horn casting a soft glow upon the pages as she began to read, her eyes devouring the words with an intensity that belied her exhaustion. The world around her faded away as she lost herself in the intricate dance of magic and wonder that lay before her.

Ako: Ako finished securing the horses and turned to find Pitaya engrossed in the spellbook. He couldn't help but smile at her dedication despite their precarious situation. He knew the importance of her studies, the way they brought her peace and a sense of belonging in a world that often misunderstood her. He approached her, his steps silent on the dew-kissed grass. "Pitaya, we should get some rest," he said gently, placing a hand on her shoulder. She looked up at him, her eyes glazed with fascination. He knew it was hard for her to tear herself away, but their safety was paramount. "We'll have plenty of time to study once we're in Havenwood," he assured her, taking the book from her and placing it back in her saddlebag. He guided her to a makeshift bed of leaves and furs they'd brought from the tavern. "For now, let's rest." He wrapped his arms around her, his warmth seeping into her bones as they lay down together, the gentle sounds of the forest lulling them to sleep.

Narrator: --- The sun rose higher in the sky, casting dappled light through the leaves above them. The forest was alive with the sounds of waking life: the rustle of small creatures, the distant call of a bird, and the soft whispers of the breeze. Ako's eyes snapped open, his senses on high alert. Something wasn't right. He sat up, his hand reaching for the sword at his side. The horses were tense, their ears perked up.

Narrator: "Pitaya," he murmured, gently shaking her. "Wake up, we need to move."

Pitaya: Pitaya's eyes fluttered open, the tranquility of the glade shattered by the urgency in Ako's voice. The warmth of the sun had been replaced by a cold, sharp awareness of their situation. She sat up with a start, her horn dimming as she looked around, fear creeping back into her heart. "What is it?" she whispered, her voice thick with sleep.

Ako: Ako's eyes darted around the glade, searching for the source of his unease. The forest was too quiet, the usual symphony of morning sounds muted. His scales stood on end, his tail lashing the air. "I don't know," he replied tersely. "But we can't stay here. Help me pack up." His voice was a low rumble, filled with a mix of concern and determination. He moved quickly, his movements a blur of scales and muscle as he secured their gear and checked the horses. His eyes never left the treeline, the tension in his body palpable. The spellbook lay forgotten in the saddlebag, a symbol of their newfound danger and the adventure that had taken a darker turn.

Pitaya: Pitaya's heart thudded in her chest as she stumbled to her feet, her body protesting the sudden movement. She quickly helped Ako, her hands shaking as she folded the furs and packed their supplies. The beauty of the glade had turned into a prison of shadows, each one holding a potential threat. She swallowed hard, trying to ignore the lump in her throat. "What do we do?" she whispered, her eyes wide and fearful.

Narrator: ---

Ako's instincts screamed at him as the forest's silence was shattered by the sound of a twig snapping. He whipped his head around, his eyes narrowing as the shadows grew more menacing. From the tree line emerged a pack of wolves, their eyes gleaming in the early morning light. They were massive, each one easily the size of their horses, and their fur was a mottled mix of grays and blacks that made them almost invisible against the forest backdrop. The alpha stepped forward, a creature of pure power and menace, its snarl echoing through the glade. The horses whinnied in fear, rearing up on their hind legs. Ako's grip on Pitaya tightened as he swung her up onto her horse, his own mount responding to his unspoken command. "Ride," he bellowed, leaping onto his steed. The wolves began to close in, their eyes locked on the two of them as if they were prey that had wandered too far from the herd. The thunder of hooves filled the air as they spurred their horses into a gallop, the wolf pack in hot pursuit. The wind tore through Ako's hair and wings, the spellbook in Pitaya's saddlebag a constant reminder of the danger they carried with them. The world around them was a blur of trees and leaves, the wolves' howls a chilling soundtrack to their flight.

Pitaya: With the wolves closing in, Pitaya's fear gave way to a sudden surge of adrenaline. She reached into her saddlebag, her horn pulsing with a soft blue light as she summoned the spellbook. The ancient tome levitated into her hand, the pages fluttering in the rush of wind. With a trembling finger, she traced a pattern in the air and whispered an incantation. The book opened to a page illuminated by the same blue glow, revealing an intricate spell of protection. She recited the words with a strength she didn't know she had, the air around them crackling with unseen energy.

Pitaya: As the wolves leaped from the shadows, Pitaya's horn flares with a brilliant light, and she slams the book shut with a thunderous boom. A shield of pure energy envelops them, the wolves' snarls becoming distant echoes as the barrier holds firm. The air around them distorts with the power of the spell, creating a bubble of safety amidst the chaos. "Go, Ako!" she shouts, her voice steady despite the tremble in her limbs.

Ako: Ako feels the surge of magic from Pitaya's spell, his scales rippling with the sudden influx of power. He nods grimly, understanding the gravity of the situation. He urges his horse forward, the animal responding with a fiery burst of speed. The wolves, momentarily deterred by the spell, snarl and pace the perimeter of the shimmering barrier, their eyes never leaving the couple. The forest around them seems to bend and twist in the distortion of the magic, giving the illusion that they're racing through a tunnel of light and shadow. The trees blur as they charge onward, the sound of the wolves' pursuit growing fainter with each passing second. Ako's eyes dart between the path ahead and the shimmering shield, ensuring it holds as they navigate the treacherous terrain. His heart pounds in his chest, a mix of fear and pride for Pitaya's bravery and skill. He knows this can't last forever, but for now, they're safe.

Pitaya: Pitaya's grip on the reins tightens as they break through the tree line and enter a clearing. The energy of the spell is taking its toll, the barrier flickering. She can feel the sweat trickling down her neck, her horn dimming as she fights to maintain the protection. The wolves are relentless, their eyes burning with hunger. "We need to find somewhere to hide," she gasps, her voice strained.

Ako: Ako's eyes dart around the clearing, searching for any sign of shelter. The sun is climbing higher, casting long shadows across the field of tall grass that sway in the morning breeze. He sees a cave in the distance, a dark maw that promises safety from their pursuers. "There," he shouts, pointing with his sword. "To the cave!" He spurs his horse onward, the creature's wings unfurling to give them an extra burst of speed. The wolves are closing in, their breath hot on their heels, but the sight of the cave fills him with a newfound hope. He can feel Pitaya's magic wavering, but the determination in her eyes tells him she won't give up.

Pitaya: Pitaya feels the spell weakening, her body straining to keep the barrier up. She grits her teeth, the spellbook clutched tightly in her hand. As they near the cave, she sees the snarling maw of the alpha wolf closing in. With a final burst of strength, she flings the book towards the cave's entrance. The pages flutter open, and a burst of silver light explodes from its pages, enveloping the cave in a protective dome. The wolves slam into the barrier with a yelp of pain, their fur smoking as they're repelled. The horses stumble to a stop before the cave, their sides heaving with exhaustion. Pitaya slides from her saddle, her legs wobbly but her horn still glowing faintly. "We're safe for now," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. The spellbook lands with a thud on the ground, its power spent. She looks up at Ako, her eyes filled with a mix of relief and fatigue. "Thank you," she murmurs, her hand reaching out to him.

Ako: Ako dismounts with a grace that belies his own weariness, his tail swishing in a wide arc as he takes in the sight of the wolves snarling and pacing at the edge of the magical barricade. He strides over to Pitaya, catching her hand in his own and squeezing it firmly. "You did it," he says with pride. "You're more powerful than you give yourself credit for." He looks around the cave, his eyes adjusting to the dim light. It's small, but it'll serve their purpose. "We should get inside were safe now; or as long as that barrier can hold."

Pitaya: Pitaya's eyes follow Ako's gaze to the barrier, the glow of her horn dimming to a gentle pulse. "The barrier will hold," she says with a tired confidence. "It's a shield of endurance, one that can last for days if needed." Her hand clutches the spellbook to her chest, the leather cover warm against her skin. "But we can't stay here indefinitely. We must continue our journey to Havenwood." Her voice is a soft whisper, the exhaustion from the ordeal weighing heavily on her. She takes a tentative step towards the cave, her legs shaking with the aftermath of the intense magic she'd wielded. "We'll rest, regain our strength, and then we'll be on our way."

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