#FluffandAngst

[wandering-winchesters]

Unspoken Feelings

Summary: What started as simple, comforting snuggles between friends gradually deepens into something more

It started as something simple, something innocent. Just a couple of friends seeking comfort in each other after a particularly rough hunt. You and Dean had always been close—there was an unspoken bond between you, forged through countless battles, late-night heart-to-hearts, and a mutual understanding of the life you both led.

The first time it happened, you didn’t think much of it. You were both sitting on the couch in the bunker’s library, exhausted and battered from the latest hunt. The adrenaline had worn off, leaving behind the aches and bruises, both physical and emotional. You’d been talking about nothing in particular, just letting the words fill the space, when you suddenly found yourself leaning against Dean, your head resting on his shoulder.

To your surprise, Dean didn’t pull away. Instead, he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you a little closer, his hand resting comfortably on your arm. It was a simple, platonic gesture, one that felt natural, even necessary in that moment. The comfort of his presence, the steady rhythm of his breathing, it all made you feel safe, grounded.

“Rough night,” you murmured, your voice muffled against his shoulder.

Dean chuckled softly, the sound rumbling through his chest. “You can say that again.”

You didn’t say anything else, and neither did he. The silence between you was comfortable, familiar. You stayed like that for a while, just leaning on each other, taking solace in the fact that, for the moment, you were both okay. It was just a quiet, comforting moment shared between two friends who had seen more than their fair share of darkness.

After that night, it became a sort of unspoken tradition. Whenever the world felt too heavy, whenever the hunts took too much out of you, you’d find yourself sitting next to Dean, letting your head rest on his shoulder, his arm draped casually around you. Sometimes you’d talk, sometimes you’d just sit in silence, but the snuggles became a constant—a small, quiet escape from the chaos of your lives.

Over time, those moments became more frequent. It wasn’t just after hunts anymore. Sometimes, you’d be watching a movie, and you’d find yourself leaning into him, or you’d be sitting at the kitchen table, and he’d rest his hand on your back, just a simple touch that made you feel connected, understood.

You didn’t think much of it at first. It was just Dean—Dean who always had your back, who always knew what you needed, even before you did. But as the weeks went by, you started to notice the little things. The way your heart would skip a beat when his hand brushed against yours, the way your breath would hitch when he pulled you closer during one of your late-night snuggles, the way you found yourself craving his touch more and more.

It was confusing, this shift in your feelings, but you didn’t let yourself dwell on it. After all, it was just Dean. Your friend, your hunting partner, the one person you could always count on. And yet, something had changed. The snuggles that had once been purely platonic were beginning to feel like something more, something deeper.

You started to notice that Dean was different too. He held you a little tighter, his hand lingering on your arm or your back a little longer than before. His touches were softer, more deliberate, like he was savoring the contact. There were moments when you’d catch him looking at you, his green eyes filled with something that made your heart race, but he’d always look away before you could figure out what it was.

One night, after a particularly stressful day, you found yourself in Dean’s room. You hadn’t planned on going there, but when you passed by his door and saw the light on, your feet had carried you inside before you could think twice about it.

Dean was sitting on the edge of his bed, his shoulders slumped, clearly exhausted. He looked up when you walked in, a small, tired smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Can’t sleep either, huh?”

You shook your head, feeling a wave of warmth and affection for him wash over you. “No. Mind won’t shut off.”

Dean patted the space beside him, and you didn’t hesitate to sit down next to him, the familiar comfort of his presence already easing some of the tension in your chest.

Without a word, he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close, and you rested your head against his shoulder, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing beneath your cheek. The quiet settled over you both, and for a while, you just sat there, letting the silence do the talking.

But tonight, something felt different. The way Dean’s hand was resting on your back, the way his thumb was gently tracing patterns on your skin—it felt more intimate, more intentional than it had before. Your heart started to race, and you couldn’t help but wonder if he was feeling it too, if he’d noticed the shift between you.

“Dean,” you whispered, your voice barely audible in the stillness of the room.

“Yeah?” he replied, his voice just as soft, almost hesitant.

You hesitated, unsure of how to put what you were feeling into words. “Do you ever… do you ever think about us? About what this is?”

Dean was quiet for a moment, and you could feel his breath hitch slightly, like he was trying to figure out how to respond. Finally, he spoke, his voice low, almost vulnerable. “Yeah, I do. More than I probably should.”

You lifted your head to look at him, your heart pounding in your chest. His expression was serious, his green eyes searching yours like he was looking for something, anything, to tell him what you were thinking.

“What if…” you began, your voice trembling slightly. “What if this is something more? What if it’s not just… comfort?”

Dean’s gaze softened, and he reached up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing gently over your skin. “I think… I think maybe it’s always been something more,” he admitted, his voice rough with emotion. “I just didn’t want to mess things up by saying it out loud.”

Your breath caught in your throat, and you felt a rush of warmth spread through you at his words. All the little moments, the touches, the way he held you close—it all made sense now.

“So, what do we do now?” you asked, your voice barely more than a whisper.

Dean’s thumb continued to stroke your cheek, his touch so tender it made your heart ache. “We figure it out,” he said softly. “Together. One step at a time. If… if that’s what you want.”

You nodded, leaning into his touch, your eyes never leaving his. “It is, Dean. It really is.”

A slow, relieved smile spread across his face, and he leaned in, pressing his forehead against yours. “Good,” he murmured. “Because I’m all in, Y/N. I want this, with you.”

And with that, the distance between you disappeared. Dean’s lips met yours in a gentle, lingering kiss that was filled with all the emotions you’d both been holding back for so long. It was soft, tentative, but it spoke of promises and possibilities, of something real and deep and lasting.

When you finally pulled back, you were both breathless, your foreheads still resting together, the world outside fading away.

“So, I guess our snuggles aren’t so platonic anymore,” you teased, a smile tugging at your lips.

Dean chuckled softly, his thumb brushing over your lips. “No, I guess not. But I’m okay with that.”

“Me too,” you whispered, your heart full as you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him close once more.

And as you settled back into his embrace, the line between friendship and something more blurred completely, leaving behind only the warmth of his arms around you, the steady beat of his heart beneath your cheek, and the certainty that whatever came next, you’d face it together.

Taglist: @roseblue373 @jc-winchester @hobby27 @mishreem

[fancyfrey]

Unsettled/Disillusioned (on Wattpad)

Unsettled: Ezra brings an archaeologist to Chopper Base. Kallus feels he'd seen the man before but can't quite remember where. 

Disillusioned: when Cal calls upon the Ghost crew for assistance on a mission, Kanan soon realises just how much he and Cal had changed from their days in the Temple.

Ranks #1 NightsisterMerrin (Feb 14, 2024) #1 JediFallenOrder (March 25, 2024) #2 NightsisterMerrin (Feb 2, 2024) #3 NightsisterMerrin (Jan 25, 2024)

[authorbettyadams]

Kickstarter https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/humansareweird/flying-sparks-volume-1-science-fantasy-novel

Indiegogo https://www.indiegogo.com/projects/flying-sparks-a-novel-of-dragon-bear-and-boy/coming_soon

“Flying Sparks”

Science Fantasy Novel

100K Words

Drake is sworn to keep a secret he doesn’t understand, but whatever pulled him out of the flood, isn’t quite done with him yet, because even if you leave nothing but footprints, the things that walk the forest can still follow you home.

Indiegogo https://igg.me/at/FlyingSparksVolume1/x/20737048#/

Kickstarter https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/humansareweird/flying-sparks-volume-1-science-fantasy-novel

#FoundFamily #ScienceFiction #SciFi #Aliens #NationalParks #novel

[so-scarlett-maroon]

Unity Pairing and Bed Sharing Ch. 17: Flirting and Fighting

Friday morning Hermione was awoken by a tapping on her window. She walked over to see a large eagle owl sitting on the ledge. She opened her window to let it in. She fed him a few treats she stored in her desk, which earned her some lovely little happy twittering. She removed the note from the owl's leg.

Granger,

I'd like to take you out to dinner tonight at the three broomsticks. Meet outside the Gryffindor common room at 7?

-DM

Hermione was grinning from ear to ear. She quickly scribbled her acceptance and sent Draco's owl back out the window. She tried to think about what to wear. It was the three broomsticks, so casual, but it was their first date, so she wanted to look nice. She didn't have much experience dressing for dates. She couldn't exactly wear her Yule ball dress as she had with Viktor. And she and Ron had mostly hung out at the Burrow or with Harry and Ginny at the Leaky. Hermione decided she'd just have to figure it out later and got ready for her day of classes.

As she walked across the grounds on her way to Herbology, Draco strode up next to her, his long legs catching up to her with ease.

"Hello Granger," he greeted her smoothly with his aristocratic drawl.

"Having a good morning?"

"Why yes I am. How about you?"

"Well let's see I'm walking to class next to you and I have a date with a very sexy witch tonight, so yes, I'd say today is going splendidly."

Hermione could help but smile at his shameless flirting.

"You know you could have just asked me out in person right?"

"Absolutely not." He looked appalled. "That's not how things are done. And to be clear, I intend to do this right."

Continued on AO3

[sokkabeifong]

the waiting game (six times james potter is loud & the one time he is not) (on Wattpad) 

James Potter is the type of person who screams when you touch his shoulder. He's rowdy in the library, makes noise every night, and laughs when he shouldn't - he's just, in a word, loud. Lily Evans finds it to be the most annoying thing in the world. Until, of course, she doesn't.

[ajwinter-is-a-nerd]

Until My Last Breath - The Murder of the Lawliet Brothers (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1319111322-until-my-last-breath-the-murder-of-the-lawliet?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=Alex_J_Winter&wp_originator=E%2FuDEVctbLX2xkha8PmTdii0DrhZ%2Bomysg1A5XQ3bu7BWq70xg4RHKDqXxIewkRm1xTQ49%2Fq7rYzisw9SCQEE7qQ73kc16pzVDNxVSiDHBBTVk%2BkrI78lRN60nxmWVK4 

Chapter 2 Summary:

We are introduced to the first time L and Light cross paths. Unfortunately for L, it is as a case study in Light’s University courses. The horrific tale of child abuse stretching internationally. 

There will be fluff in the next life, I promise!! 

But this one is hella rough and has a laundry list of Trigger Warnings at the top of the chapter. 

General Story Description:

 L and Light have lived many lives together, but their lives caught another realm's attention long before it landed on ours. - In other words, L and Light live and die in a ton of different ways. They suffer but constantly find the spark to their own meaning in the other. 

 *****WARNING***** This story was created so that we could see the conditions that these boys would meet throughout lives, but because I am cruel and filled with the black tar of the earth these two go through some  ***TERRIBLE*** stuff. There is Graphic Violence, mention of child sex trafficking, Suicide, Suicidal Ideation, Self-Harm, Murder, Drug Use and Addiction. A lot of lives with a lot of different crap to go through.

[arcticfoxbear]

Indiegogo https://www.indiegogo.com/projects/flying-sparks-a-novel-of-dragon-bear-and-boy/coming_soon

Kickstarter https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/humansareweird/flying-sparks-volume-1-science-fantasy-novel

Humans Are Weird

So there has been a bit of “what if humans were the weird ones?” going around tumblr at the moment and Earth Day got me thinking. Earth is a wonky place, the axis tilts, the orbit wobbles, and the ground spews molten rock for goodness sakes. What if what makes humans weird is just our capacity to survive? What if all the other life bearing planets are these mild, Mediterranean climates with no seasons, no tectonic plates, and no intense weather? 

What if several species (including humans) land on a world and the humans are all “SCORE! Earth like world! Let’s get exploring before we get out competed!” And the planet starts offing the other aliens right and left, electric storms, hypothermia, tornadoes and the humans are just … there… counting seconds between flashes, having snowball fights, and just surviving. 

[jennrypan]

Liu Kang starting new timeline someone said he basically playing sims game, there's also someone said this representation of fans rewriting because the canon is suck 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

That's exactly what it is fr--

Lui Kang is a fanfic writer on a03 and the tags read as follows:

#Canon divergence #Everyonelives au #fluffandangst #rairpairs #Angstwithhappyending #itookafewliberties #notproofread

He wanted everyone to live the life they deserve and Shang Tsu fucked it up--

[emeraldrosequartz]

Chapter 15 of “Pursuit of a Simple Life” has been posted to AO3!

Dave and Gemma’s shopping day continues! And it’s SO FLUFFY!!!

Read the next chapter here!

@caffiend-queen @shiningloki @talklokitome @amaru163 @nildespirandum @archy3001 @myoxisbroken @dangertoozmanykids101 @imnotrevealingmyname @ohhhmyloki @latent-thoughts @grufflepuff-writes-stuff @mastreworld @alexakeyloveloki @realityhelixwrites @wrathkitty @devilish–doll  @starrynight35 @cursedcursingviking @dianamolloy @baby-bunting @bethbabybaby @arch-venus25​ @mareebird​    

[aftgficlibrary]

Can I get Neil being a math genius and andrew loving his nerd of a bf?

sure thing! -félix

Solvable by justdk (T | 2,434 | 1/1)

Who knew that Neil was actually smart?!

Part 8 of Andreil Week 2018

Knives And Spoons by moonix for SpangleBangle (T | 7,176 | 1/1)

Aaron isn't pleased that his study buddy is starting to fall for his twin brother, but it's happening despite his best efforts.

Part 1 of Salt Bros & Roller Derby Vixens

Neil’s A Nerd by praising_the_foxes (G | 455 | 1/1)

Neil can be pretty dumb sometimes, but that doesn't mean he's not smart as fuck

Part 4 of Tumblr Headcanons

library hours by lolainslackss for exybee (T | 10,026 | 2/2)

Andrew always sits across from the same guy in the library. The set-up suits him: they're both night owls, they're both relatively neat, and they both like the quiet. There's absolutely no need for them to get to know each other. This delicate balance shifts, however, when the guy sprains his ankle and Andrew finds himself breaking all his own rules and driving him to the emergency room.

A wintry college AU featuring all-nighters, homemade sushi, copious amounts of coffee, and many mixed-up feelings.

Milkshakes And Mathematics by moonix for exybee (T | 7,311 | 1/1)

Neil is a mess, academically and romantically. But to be honest, so is Andrew. Featuring Gauss the dead cactus, Kevin’s flashcards, a whole lot of junk food, a knitting club, Matt’s mom friend of the year award, bad flirting, first dates, snogging in cars, and all the usual blood, sweat and tears that come with selling your soul to academia.

[wandering-winchesters]

A Moment That Changed Everything

Summary: After a brutal hunt, a moment with you leaves Dean feeling vulnerable.

It had been a rough hunt. The kind that left you bone-tired, covered in dirt and blood, and grateful just to be alive. Dean had seen his fair share of hunts like that, more than he could count, but this one had been particularly brutal. A rogue werewolf pack, more vicious than usual, had been tearing through a small town, and it had taken everything they had to put them down.

By the time the last werewolf was dead, Dean was running on fumes. Sam had taken a nasty hit but was still standing, while you—you’d fought like hell, never backing down, even when things looked bad. Dean had seen you take a few hard knocks, and it had worried him, but he knew better than to try and tell you to sit out. You were too stubborn for that, and he respected you for it, even if it made him want to wrap you in bubble wrap sometimes.

After the fight, they’d made their way back to the motel, dragging their tired bodies inside and collapsing onto the worn-out furniture. Sam had headed straight for the shower, leaving Dean alone with you in the small, dimly lit room. The adrenaline was still wearing off, leaving him shaky and wired, his mind replaying the close calls over and over.

Dean glanced over at you, sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at the floor. You looked as tired as he felt, your shoulders slumped, your face smeared with dirt and blood. But there was something else there, too—something he couldn’t quite put his finger on. Maybe it was the way you were holding yourself, like you were carrying a weight too heavy for your small frame. Or maybe it was the way your eyes had that faraway look, like you were somewhere else entirely.

He opened his mouth to say something—anything—but the words got stuck in his throat. What could he say that would make a difference? That they’d survived? That they’d made it through another day? It felt hollow, like an empty victory. But as he stood there, searching for the right words, you looked up at him, your eyes meeting his.

And then you were moving, crossing the small space between you in just a few steps. Before Dean could process what was happening, you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into a hug.

For a split second, Dean froze, his brain trying to catch up with his body. He wasn’t used to this—physical affection, comfort, whatever you wanted to call it. Sure, he’d hugged people before, but it was always brief, a quick, reassuring squeeze before moving on. This was different. This was you, holding onto him like he was something solid, something real.

And that was when it hit him. The full weight of everything they’d been through, everything he’d been holding inside. The fear, the anger, the guilt—it all came rushing to the surface, nearly knocking the breath out of him. But instead of pushing it down, instead of brushing it off like he usually did, Dean let himself feel it. Just for a moment, he let himself lean into you, his arms coming up to wrap around you in return.

You were warm, solid, grounding him in a way he hadn’t expected. He could feel the steady beat of your heart against his chest, the rise and fall of your breath. It was comforting, more comforting than he’d ever admit out loud. Dean closed his eyes, letting himself sink into the embrace, letting himself forget, if only for a moment, about everything outside that small, dimly lit room.

The hug lasted longer than it probably should have, but neither of you seemed in any hurry to pull away. And honestly, Dean didn’t want to. There was something about being in your arms that made him feel… safe. It was a strange feeling, one he wasn’t used to, but it wasn’t unwelcome. It was like for the first time in a long time, he could just be Dean—not the hunter, not the protector, just Dean.

When you finally did pull away, it was slow, reluctant, like neither of you really wanted to break the connection. But eventually, you did, taking a small step back, your eyes searching his for… something. Dean wasn’t sure what, but he could see the question there, the unspoken need for reassurance.

He offered you a small, crooked smile, the kind that didn’t quite reach his eyes but was real all the same. “We’re okay,” he said softly, the words feeling inadequate but true nonetheless.

You nodded, and for a moment, the two of you just stood there, staring at each other. There was something different between you now, something that hadn’t been there before. The air felt charged, heavy with everything that had been left unsaid. Dean could feel it in his chest, a strange, fluttering sensation that he wasn’t sure how to deal with.

But instead of overthinking it, instead of trying to analyze what it all meant, Dean did what he always did. He pushed it down, locked it away in that little box in his mind where he kept all the things he didn’t know how to handle. But even as he did, he knew this was different. This wasn’t something he could just ignore and hope it went away. This was you, and that changed everything.

Dean cleared his throat, glancing away as if breaking eye contact would somehow break the spell. “You should get cleaned up,” he said, his voice gruffer than he intended. “Get some rest.”

You nodded again, but before you turned away, you reached out, squeezing his arm. It was a brief touch, but it was enough to send that strange, fluttering sensation racing through him again. And then you were gone, heading toward the bathroom, leaving Dean standing there, alone with his thoughts.

As the sound of the shower filled the small motel room, Dean sank down onto the bed, running a hand through his hair. He let out a long breath, the events of the night finally catching up to him. But even as the exhaustion pulled at him, all he could think about was you—how it had felt to hold you, to be held by you.

It left him with a feeling he couldn’t quite shake, something warm and unsettling all at once. Dean wasn’t sure what it meant, wasn’t sure he was ready to figure it out. But he knew one thing for certain: that hug had changed something inside him. It had cracked open a part of him he’d kept locked away for so long, a part he hadn’t even realized was there anymore.

And now, as he sat there in the quiet room, he couldn’t help but wonder what came next. Because if there was one thing he knew for sure, it was that he couldn’t go back to the way things were before. Not after that. Not after you.

Tag List: @roseblue373 @hobby27 @jc-winchester @whump-loverz @mishreem

[authorbettyadams]

Lava Pool - Excerpt 18 - Flying Sparks - A Novel – Where a Family Shares

Original Post: http://www.authorbettyadams.com/bettys-blog/lava-pool-excerpt-18-flying-sparks-a-novel-where-a-family-shares

Drake McCarty’s leg was shattered deep in the wilderness, and as the flash flood closed over him, he looked death in the face. When he wakes up in a hospital bed, in a military base that shouldn’t exist, he has a whole leg and a furious sister to deal with. Drake is sworn to keep a secret he doesn’t understand, but whatever pulled him out of the flood, isn’t quite done with him yet, because even if you leave nothing but footprints, the things that walk the forest can still follow you home.

Excerpt 18

Bard very rarely found himself angry at their hosts. For the short time they had been on this world the humans had shown them nothing but kindness and curiosity. They had even been allowed a large amount of freedom. Granted the air of this world was miserably still and dead and the cold seeped deep into his form, but the caverns had been provided for them and occasionally the thin atmosphere would come alive with music and he could dance to the alien throbbing. That thought made him shift in the cleansing pool and flicker pale yellow with distress. Miner felt his stress and extended a massive pseudo pod to gently rub up and over Bard’s smaller form. Bard deliberately lit up brightly in bold green and the scattered light reflected off the natural cavern roof. One of the larger stalactites caught the light and began to flow down from the ceiling. It formed into a massive drop and fell into the rolling sulfurous pool. Once in the orange fluid it changed from the tone of the surrounding rock to a dull mustard yellow. Bard trilled out several inquiring notes and swam over to where Bludgeon floated. The mass of the older warrior easily dwarfed the younger but the half-caste showed no fear. Keeping his colors a cheerful pink he began to rub against his colony mate. Gentle notes of music began to radiate from the dilithium sulfide around them. The pure warrior class began to relax and ever so slowly his colors turned to a murky green. He pulled away from his smaller companion who trilled in annoyance. “Easy there little brother,” Bludgeon laughed. “You are done now. I am done now.”

Science Fantasy Adventure Story 100K Words Order Now!

FoundFamily #AlternateHistory #FlyingSparks #ScienceFiction #Scifi

Audio Narration and Animation- https://youtu.be/PsR0Xn-ji14

Indiegogo https://www.indiegogo.com/projects/flying-sparks-a-novel-of-dragon-bear-and-boy/x/20737048#/

Kickstarter https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/humansareweird/flying-sparks-volume-1-science-fantasy-novel

Humans are Weird Books - https://www.amazon.com/stores/author/B00WQ0MDD4/allbooks?ingress=0&visitId=3974e835-72b1-447d-8da0-a11f0b13024d&store_ref=ap_rdr&ref_=ap_rdr

[so-scarlett-maroon]

Unity Pairing and Bed Sharing Chapter 25: Shock and Soothe

HERMIONE

Draco grabbed her hand and pulled her into him. "Hey, it's alright. I'm here."Hermione could feel herself vibrating with rage.

"I'm going to Apparate us back to the edge of the Hogwarts grounds now."

Hermione nodded that she was ready, and Draco could Apparate them without the risk of her Splinching.

When they arrived, they both began wordlessly making their way to their little bank of the Black Lake. She could tell he was giving her time to calm down and she appreciated the still silence they walked in.

Once they'd settled into their spot, sitting on Draco's transfigured handkerchief again, she turned to look at him.

"If you say I told you so I swear to Morganna I will hex you so hard."

Draco held up both hands in a display of innocence. "I've said nothing!"

"She just made me so mad! She has no idea how much that stupid paper has messed with my life. Molly Weasley still thinks Harry and I used to date. And the idea of using our relationships as newspaper fodder… it just cheapens everything we have."

Draco looked at her and smiled his gorgeous smile and Hermione felt her whole-body tingle in response. "What did I do to earn that look?" She asked.

"Did you mean what you said? That I can redeem the Malfoy name on my own?"

"Yes, absolutely. You are brilliant and hard-working, and you've totally rejected the prejudices of your past. I know the rest of the wizarding world will see that about you soon, just like I do."

"I've always loved seeing you all lit up with righteous fury but having that light turned on my mother in defense of me may be the most incredible honor of my life."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "I know I'm a lot but don't make fun.""I am fully serious Hermione. Having you speak up for me? Having all of the force of Hermione Granger fighting, in my defense instead of against me, was absolutely Earth-shattering."

Continued on AO3

[hlficlibrary]

A Sweeter Place by @halosboat I 50K

Harry doesn't think he has it in him to find love again, at least, not until he meets a man at his support group that just might change his mind.

The prompt was: Older (like 50+ ideally) H & L are both recent widowers who meet in a grief support group. They both think it's too late for them to find love again until they develop a strong friendship that quickly becomes more.

[ajwinter-is-a-nerd]

Until My Last Breath - Soul Mates (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1319110797-until-my-last-breath-soul-mates?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=Alex_J_Winter&wp_originator=kKFcmKj%2By5UQXDT2vXMhr7g65c3W7zEvc52Qaro9FNHIZTo5Vu1UnBQuoJ2hvGwAXfdj1Ecop1lr5JurXQparmrLS5dDkFLF71BcePWQxYPWvNEIAFTfaisRsx87eTYN 

L and Light have lived many lives together, but their lives caught another realm's attention long before it landed on ours. - In other words, L and Light live and die in a ton of different ways. They suffer but constantly find the spark to their own meaning in the other. 

 *****WARNING***** This story was created so that we could see the conditions that these boys would meet throughout lives, but because I am cruel and filled with the black tar of the earth these two go through some ***TERRIBLE*** stuff. There is Graphic Violence, mention of child sex trafficking, Suicide, Suicidal Ideation, Self-Harm, Murder, Drug Use and Addiction. A lot of lives with a lot of different crap to go through.

[arcticfoxbear]

Audio Narration and Animation - https://youtu.be/8wOHkDy8_sc

Indiegogo https://www.indiegogo.com/projects/flying-sparks-a-novel-of-dragon-bear-and-boy/x/20737048#/

Kickstarter https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/humansareweird/flying-sparks-volume-1-science-fantasy-novel

Humans Are Weird

So there has been a bit of “what if humans were the weird ones?” going around tumblr at the moment and Earth Day got me thinking. Earth is a wonky place, the axis tilts, the orbit wobbles, and the ground spews molten rock for goodness sakes. What if what makes humans weird is just our capacity to survive? What if all the other life bearing planets are these mild, Mediterranean climates with no seasons, no tectonic plates, and no intense weather? 

What if several species (including humans) land on a world and the humans are all “SCORE! Earth like world! Let’s get exploring before we get out competed!” And the planet starts offing the other aliens right and left, electric storms, hypothermia, tornadoes and the humans are just … there… counting seconds between flashes, having snowball fights, and just surviving.