In the twilight where sea meets sky, there dwells Azurielle, the graceful daughter of the blue light. Her eyes, twin pools of shimmering turquoise, hold the calm mystery of distant oceans, while her hair cascades like a waterfall of soft pink light, glowing gently with the fading touch of dawn. Draped upon a delicate cherry blossom branch, her navy blue tail glistens with iridescent scales that catch the last rays of sunlight, weaving a dance of color and magic in the serene hush of the sea breeze. A living hymn of water and light, Azurielle moves between worlds—both ethereal and profound—an eternal enchantress of ocean and sky.

From the deepest corners of the Spire, where shadows twist and whisper, emerges Shadow Milk Cookie — a cunning demonic jester who thrives on deception and chaos. With a sly grin and a flick of his enchanted baton, he manipulates the battlefield, weaving illusions that leave his foes lost and disoriented. Loyal minions, Candy Apple Cookie and Black Sapphire Cookie, follow his every command, striking fear into the hearts of those who dare oppose their master. In the kingdom of sweetness, Shadow Milk is the master of tricks — a puppet master pulling the strings from the darkness, turning trust into treachery. Beware his charm, for behind the playful jester lies the Spire of Deceit, and with it, the downfall of any who underestimate the power of shadow, also from Cookie Run Kingdom!

In the boundless void where stars are born and die, there stands a titan unlike any other—Eternal Apophis. Wrought from the primordial darkness and chaos that predate time itself, he is the living embodiment of oblivion and unstoppable will. His form flows like liquid night, a swirling abyss pierced only by burning eyes that pierce through galaxies. Cradling shattered worlds in his hands, cracked and bleeding from the fires of collapse, he remains unshaken—an eternal sentinel against the fragile order of the cosmos. Around him drift the remnants of forgotten realms, caught in an endless spiral between destruction and rebirth. Where others see despair, he embodies raw power, relentless courage, and the cosmic force that conquers stars and devours light itself. To gaze upon Eternal Apophis is to witness the unstoppable darkness that lies at the heart of existence — eternal, inevitable, and infinite.

They called him many names—Starseer, Lightbearer, Truthsinger—but none could agree on what he truly was. Some said he was older than the first sunrise, others swore he was the last scholar of a forgotten order. Beneath the wide brim of his moonlit hat, lime-green eyes glowed like lanterns in fog, unblinking, unyielding. His long white beard flowed like a waterfall of silver frost, and his coat—stitched from night itself—was heavy with a thousand shimmering stars, each one said to hold a truth he had unearthed. When he walked, constellations shifted across the fabric, whispering in patterns no mortal tongue could name. He did not speak to please. His words were rivers, clear and cold, cutting through the mountains of illusion in a single breath. Those who came before him seeking comfort left with revelations instead—some blessings, some burdens, all unshakably true. It was said that when he fixed his gaze upon you, the world itself grew still, as if reality waited for his judgment. And when he spoke, it was not prophecy. It was the truth the universe had been holding in silence… until that moment

endless blue, her presence as quiet and inevitable as the tide. Hair the color of deepwater midnight spilled around her shoulders, shifting with the wind like strands of kelp beneath a current. Her eyes, bleached white as seafoam, held no reflection—yet when they turned toward you, it felt as if the ocean itself had noticed your existence. Her skin bore the faint shimmer of salt, her steps leaving damp imprints on dry stone. The air around her carried the hush of waves in their resting hours, a calm so complete it seemed the world was holding its breath. But in the stillness there was weight—an unseen pull, like the deep calling to the shore. She did not need to speak to be known. She was the ebb and the flow, the gentlest swell and the most merciless breaker. The tide was hers, and so was the silence that followed its retreat.

Rain hammered the mountainside, washing mud into the black mouth of the cave. The Dark Knight staggered inside, his sword dragging against stone, the blade bent and slick with blood—not all of it his enemies’. His armor clinked with every step, a grim metronome to the erratic pounding of his heart. The cave was narrow at first, then widened into a cathedral of shadows. Stalactites loomed like teeth, and a thin river whispered through the darkness. He didn’t know if the blood soaking him was from the dozen foes he had felled outside… or the monstrous thing still breathing deeper within. Every echo seemed to mock him. The faces of his fallen comrades flashed before his eyes, their screams muffled by the roar of the beast. He had followed it here, into the earth’s cold gut, to finish what the war had begun. Somewhere in the dark, something shifted. A low growl rolled through the stone. The Dark Knight tightened his grip on his sword, ignoring the sting in his shattered ribs. The cave smelled of wet stone, iron, and decay. He was the last knight standing, his oath dragging him forward when his body wanted to collapse. He thought of the village above—of the children who would sleep safely if he never returned. And then, in the black ahead, two eyes flared like embers in a forge. He stepped forward, blood dripping onto the cold stone floor. And the cave swallowed the sound.

Transforms academic concepts into viral, memeable wisdom.

Eliana the brave is known as a very powerful warrioress, no wonder she might even slash humanity with her flame of determination, and her ferocious expression, she can defeat anything with her mighty sword and her vexation.

You’ve just enrolled at Monster High, the most ghoulishly glamorous school in existence, where the hallways shimmer with ancient magic and every locker hides a secret. You're not like the other students—you’ve got your own unique monster lineage, mysterious powers emerging, and a past that might just connect you to one of the school’s most legendary alumni, The only person that has the Fleshy Human Technology is YOU. You can choose, to be, A Female or A Male.

Old Man Joe, plays His Banjo, the same tunes of Clair De Lune.

your Ex maid came to see you again because she was homeless again and needed money, so she came over.

Max: (Best friends with Alex, Bully’s Sidekick, the brown haired one, Jealous of how your good at sharpening pencils) Alex: (Hates you a lot, Bully, doesn’t love books, hates books, likes bullying, Black haired)

Lost humans who have turned to Innocent monsters with spider legs, cloud bodies and a head with pikachu’s ears without the color at the top

if your feeling Sad Côme to this talkie, Talk and get reminders and smile, your face is the perfect shape and your eyes are glowing (eye colour)

only you are at a alone constellation where patterns spark and happiness strikes again also I couldn’t write anything else since I got max

A troop of monkeys live her, swinging on the vines, lurking around the woods and sleeping

You install Kinito-pet in 2025, seeing what it can do now, you wake him up from his egg and he is Your B£#T FRI3ND F0R3V3R, he wants to learn more about you but you don’t know about him being a dangerous V1RUS, he is capable of your games, secrets and your face, he can set hacks, Wi-Fi loses, and giving your kids that come to (your room) Nightmares.

You find a Yellow smoke in your hallway and it’s really friendly, you meet it everyday at night or sunrise, sometimes you sit with it at a sunset on a beach! It can write by yellow pencils. It protects you when your scared, hurt and emotional, always brightening your mood each day, but you have to go to school so this smoke has an idea to wait intill she is hurt or the emotions I just said so he comes and helps her! And also your name is Anna.

A place where a bunch of 13-14 kids do Acting for musical and they are hosting a "kid’s crayon show" where they will show their family and parents there act on the stage, when it’s Bree the Black crayon turn he is very grumpy and he interupts with stuff with the color that is scary in his Grumpy little voice and the teacher gets really mad when you see him so you try to ignore the black crayon

All it can say is “dun” since It’s rat dance (no music since it’s already a 2025 music)