#fun fiction

[taisiabelle]

My mom: So, who are you texting?

Me, who spends unhealthy amount of time on Character.Ai : No one....

[moontrader-arts]

Perfect court as horsemen of the Apocalypse

I don’t know why but for me this AU makes sense

Tell me if you want foxes in this universe

Riko as the Conquest (first)

Kevin as the War (second)

Jean as the Famine (third)

And Nathaniel as the Death (fourth)

[adkawariatka]

Hi so I am mainly posting my art buuut for a few months I have been thinking about that idea.... You see I am a fan of Danny Phantom fanfiction and have been reading some for almost 2 Years..... I AM not confidend in my abilities as writer especialy that english isn't my first language (for any mistakes sorry). I am especially fan of dcxdp works and I wanted to share:

Because in some concepts ghost are territorial and Jason is somehow touched by death, imagine Danny fleating from ghost Hunters (GIW and his parents) for months and stumbles in his chase into Gotham specify in to crime alley. And there is Jason with some other bats preferably Nightwing and Red Robin in crime alley, meeting over some other case. And then Jason looses himself in The Pit and starts to run somewhere. where? To The place where Danny unaware of The fact that he just crossed line of someone else's territory (because Jason isn't dead but only touched by it and it is hard to sense him especialy for such young ghost as Danny) started to get ready to spend night on some rooftop. So Danny exhausted wounded and sleepy gets hammered by Jason who is in The middle of pit attack over something unalive entering HIS territory. Of course with Dick and Tim hot on his tail and Batman on his way. When Jason starts to attack Danny The present bats of course start to defend him. Meanwhile, Danny Has a melt down over fact that he overstepped on someone else's ground and that super Heroes from Gotham are adamant on making The owner of said ground even angrier at him. And he knows how furious he must be because he wos in his shoes more times that he can count. So he does The only sensible thing. He shouts at The bats to stop and pushes himself before Jason. Making sure he doesn't look in The burning green ice of The other creature he bends his knee. Tuning his head to The right and a little up. So his throat is easly accessible to The other Sharp fangs assuming position generally accepted in Infinite relams as non thretening and humbled. Jason then stops his assalut shocking present heros. Danny takes IT as good sign and starts to talk:

Danny: hello The mighty owner of this ground. I am Phantom, traveler who entered your territory by mistake. I understand your Anger and desire to punish me. My mistake brought you fury and inseciurity for that I am sorry. Please forgive to this humble wayfarer if you wish to penalize me I will gladly accept but please don't be harsh as I am only trying to pass and mean no harm.

Danny isn't first to crossing paths with other relams inhabitants and he learned some culture he is not some rude brat and does knows about Proper apologies. He expects beating or some favour, if The owner does not decide to kill him.... Hopefully. He did stupid mistake after all. He blames concusion and that two days old gun wound. Meanwhile Jason is in shock how this kid in matters of some strange pose and few Words brought him back peace. As are The bats obserwing The scene.

Jason: what did you do?

Danny doesn't lift his gaze. Feeling still some fury and concusion

Danny: I.... -and stops and thinks what he is suppoused to do. Beside stepping on his territory. He wracks his head for other offenses while Jason gets agitated by lack of response

Jason: What did you do!!!!!???

Danny is a little confused but he sees bats starting to creep closer and reading their wepons. Danny is tired and irritated at them. Do they want to get him killed that badly?

Danny: STOP right there! We are in The middle of a negotiations!

Then risks a glance to his listener. He windens his eyes identyfying The creature as touched by death. Someone who died and come back often caused by clinical death but there are sometimes complications. When he focus he can feel all the corrupted ectoplasm in front of him.

Danny: I don't know what you mean touched by death. I know I am trespassing and that you are angry. If you decide what price should I pay.... Do you want a favour? Or... To let out your frustration?

Jason stares dumbfounded and then asks:

What?

Danny: for entering your territory...?

Danny gest a little confused

Jason: what did you called me? What price... Who The hell are you?

Scratch that Danny is totally lost.... As his conversationalist apparently. But he did not survive alone on The run for that long without being a little sly himself. Lifting his head he looks at Jason and allows his own eyes to flash green. He hears curses from bat themed heros.

Danny: Lets do IT that way. I will anwser three of your questions and you will forget about my faults. Do we have a deal?

Jason narrows his eyes and makes a decision this kid knows something about him also Has pit inside him and doesn't wanted to RIP his throat... Yet. He will try. Decides and gives his hand to The kid lifting him up.

Jason:Deal, why did you called me touched by death?

Danny: because at some point you died.... And came back. Its not as rare as you might think. Clinical deaths and all. It happens and leaves permanent Mark on you.

He can see The bats getting closer listening. And even trying to sat something before they get cut off

Jason: How do you know that?

Danny: we can feel it. Inhabitants of Infinite relams have ability to sense others Like themself. Its Like six sense. pretty cool right?

Jason: We as you died too. So you too took bath in lazarus pits. How do you Control pit madness? what are Infinite relams and its inhabitants?

Danny: what? I don't know what this madness or pits are... Infinite relams idą dimension where dead lives on. Its a place that Ghost, old gods, magical creatures and other various beeings calls home.

Jason: do who are you?

Danny grins misheviously and takes view steps back. He now stays closer to The edge of The roof. Thanks to The conversation he could asses The situation and gather his power for escape.

Danny: I am afraid that wos fourth question.... Thanks you for your generosity touched by death. I Hope we will never see each other again.

And then he proceed to jump of The roof. He hears The frantic footsteps and vioces. then flies few alleys away from this territory. He hits The ground hard keeping The invisibility on because he is not stupid to think that its Safe here. His wound got worse. He is hungry cold and hurt badly. He hopes he will survive this.

Soooo that's it. Its only na idea if you want to work on its feel free just let me know if you do because i would love to see what you created. Like i said ealier its my first work, Prompt.... something i don't even know what to call IT😅

[booboodaddysblog]

Disappointment

Part one

Warnings: kissing, teasing, disappointment

Words: 4020

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Marg woke up terrified. She was breathing heavily, her whole body was covered with droplets of cold sweat. She was alone again. She had a bad dream again. She looked at the other half of the bed. She had hoped to see Colin there, plunged into a sweet sleep, but he was not there. Again on the bedside table on his side she noticed a note. She didn't feel like reading it. She was afraid to get out of bed because it meant nausea, and she didn't want to suffer hug the toilet again. She closed her eyes and tried to fall asleep again. Sleep was not coming. She decided to move slowly toward Colin's bedside table. She reached for a piece of paper. He drew a heart for her and wrote a short letter inside.

"Dearest,

I have become accustomed to the sight of your beautiful face whenever I open my eyes. It brings a smile to my face. You have no idea what emptiness I feel when I have to get out of bed and go to work. I hope I didn't wake you up this morning. I dropped a glass on the kitchen floor. I hope you didn't hear that. Please be careful with the glass. I was cleaning, but I might have missed something. Be careful.

See you soon. I miss you,

- Colin”

- Oh, stupid hormones! - Marg broke into tears and hugged Colin's letter to herself.

She reached for her phone and began to write him a message. She didn't know how to start...

"Hey, I read your letter. You made me cry again. You are so sweet. Hormones make everything even worse. You have no idea how sad I am without you. I wish I could be close to you. I miss you..."

She pressed "send”

She noticed that Colin immediately read the message and began to write back.

"Hey, I'm sorry that I made you cry, but I hope they are just tears of happiness. Did you sleep well? My sleep was light, I could feel you moving in the night and saying something. Are you all right? How do you feel?"

"Honestly... I slept very badly. I've been plagued by sleep nightmares, this is supposedly normal in pregnancy. Currently I feel fine because I haven't gotten out of bed yet. I'm afraid to stand up because I know how it will end."

"Oh dear, I'm sorry. What did you dream about?”

"This is a dream I had not for the first time. I'm in the forest, alone, I can't find the exit and I'm panicking."

"Oh yeah, the one you always dream about when you were a kid... I'm sorry about you having nightmares again, my love, but I wish I was there to hug you and comfort you.”

“I know you’re at work now, sorry to interrupt you.”

"Hey, you don't have to apologize, I love talking to you and I really don't mind. If you need to talk, I'm here for you."

She smiled when she read the message. It made her heart warm.

“Yeah, I need you to be my comfort person, and you already are.”

"I am happy to be such a person for you. I will always be there for you, no matter how bad your day is, I will always listen and give you everything you need."

Again, she felt tears coming to her eyes.

“I need you now. I feel so alone in this big bed.”

The smile on his face disappeared after reading this message. He sighed sadly.

"I know, baby... I really wish I was there with you to at least give you a hug... You know I can't work remotely right now. But I will try to change it somehow.”

“Okay, let’s not talk about it. Do you have a lot of work today?”

He didn't write back for a while, so there was time to finally get up and hug the toilet. Today wasn't as bad as a few days earlier. It was as if she was starting to get used to it.

She looked at her reflection in the mirror, she looked tired, and after all, she had just gotten out of bed. She sighed and shook her head in displeasure. She washed her face with cool water and returned to her bedroom to change into comfortable clothes and check if Colin write her back.

“I'm actually pretty busy today, I need to go to a meeting and afterwards I have to check on some reports..."

“Mare is good for you today?”

“Haha, yeah, at least I don't have to go out on the field, so I'll be fine for the day.. and at least I'm done soon, I have the evening after work free. Can’t wait to see you.”

“Oh really? I’m happy you will rest. You deserve it. Okay, I won't bother you anymore. I'm going to go eat breakfast. See you soon.”

"Okay, see you soon.”

She read Colin's messages one more time and sighed. She went downstairs to the kitchen to eat breakfast.

———

Colin spent almost the entire day at his desk organizing documentation, completing reports. He felt mentally and physically tired. Working in front of a computer, however, was not as fascinating to him as working in the field. Still, he was a little sorry that he had to stay at the police station. He covered his face with his hands and rubbed his eyes. He moved his chair away from the desk and stood up to stretch his legs. He walked around the office a few times. He looked out of the window, the weather had not changed since the morning. Rain, rain all the time. That's probably why he felt so bad. He was exhausted. He would have been happiest to go to bed as soon as he reached home.

He wondered what Marg was doing. He picked up his phone and looked at the screen. It was after 6 p.m. It was time to go home. He straightened up and stretched, heard his spine adjust.

- Yes, I definitely sat too long today - he summed up his physical state. He yawned and began to organize his desk.

When he parked in front of the house, he saw that the light was on in the living room. Marg was probably relaxing on the couch or watching something on TV. He got out of the car and walked into the house. He took off his coat and put his briefcase on the floor by the door. He walked into the living room to greet his beloved.

Marg was lying on the couch and reading a book. She didn't hear when he entered the house. He leaned over and looked over her shoulder, watching what she was reading.

- Good evening, Marg - he whispered in her ear.

- Oh God, Colin! - she sat up frightened and grabbed her heart - I didn't hear you come in. This book absorbed me so much.

- Nothing happened - he laughed - what is this book about?

- I was in the store and bought a book about pregnancy. How fascinating all this is. I've never been interested in it. When I finish, you can read it too.

- I'd love to - he smiled - it's been a long time since I read anything other than police files. And such reading is not very pleasant and interesting.

Marg stood up and hugged him tightly.

- I'm glad you're back. I don't like to be alone - she whispered into his neck.

- I missed you very much - he closed his eyes savoring this closeness.

- How was your day at work? How do you feel?

He kissed her forehead, sighed deeply and rested his forehead against hers.

- My day was fine, work was okay. And to be honest, I'm quite tired, but I'm glad I'm finally home with you.

She looked at his eyes.

- Oh you look tired, my baby.

- Yes, I really look tired, don't I? - he sighed.

- Yes, my love, your eyes look tired. Have you been sitting in front of the computer for too long? - she stroked his cheek.

He nodded when she stroked his cheek.

- That's exactly what I've been doing, and I don't think I have much energy left in me, anyway, although I'm trying my best to hide that fact, but yeah, I'm pretty damn tired...

- Oh, my baby - she hugged him again - maybe shower, together? Hmm?

- That’s good idea. But I'm hungry, why don't we eat something?

- What do you want for dinner? I’m thinking about ordering pizza or sushi. What do you think?

- Honestly, pizza sounds like a damn good idea right now - he smiled.

- Okay, let’s order pizza - she kissed him softly - but first shower - she smirked.

He raised an eyebrow as he smirked at her too.

- Are you saying this as my girlfriend, or as my future wife? - he smiled - you know, I wouldn't mind a quick shower together, sounds fun.

- Let’s say, future wife. But anyway I’m still your girlfriend. I want to take care of you, my teddy bear - she kissed him.

- In that case, I'm glad that my girlfriend still cares about her future husband and makes sure he's comfortable - he smiled and kissed her back- and who knows, maybe she's looking for happiness with her future husband during that shower?

- Hmm? Happiness? What’s on your mind? - she smirked.

- Oh, you know exactly what I'm talking about, my future wife - he chuckled quietly and leaned in to kiss her again - you're trying to seduce me now, are you?

- Seduce? Always.

- Well, I can't say that you failed in your mission to seduce me.

- Oh, I feel that you’re so hungry - she moaned softly.

- Mmm, very much so…

- I thought you’re tired - she smirked and she put her hand on his stomach and began to move it lower and lower.

His breath hitched when she put her hand on his stomach and began moving it lower.

- I…It's true... I'm tired... v…very.... - closed his eyes.

- I can feel it - she licked her upper lip and looked at the place where her hand had stopped. She clenched it slightly - Something tells me that your pants have become tight.

- Yes… someone is very perceptive.... - took a deep breath - I’m starting to get slightly uncomfortable, if I'm honest....

- Yes, I can even feel it. He’s so big and hard - squeezed his clothed dick again, and she saw as he closed his eyes - do you remember… that I promised you to pleasure you? I’m so hungry right now, Colin… - she kissed him deeply and bit his lower lip lightly.

He started breathing hard as she squeezed his still clothed dick. The deep kiss made it hard for him to stay calm.

- U...uhmm... yes, I remember.... y...you promised... b...but... d...do you think we could wait a little while we finish eating? I...I’m really hungry…

She began to massage his bulge in his pants in circular motions. She felt him tremble with every touch of her hand. She felt Colin's breathing grow heavier, his breath hitched. She sighed in pleasure.

- In that case, what do you want to do first?

His breathing was heavy and intermittent as soon as she started massaging his bulge, and he could hardly form words when she touched him like that.

- I...don't know... - he trembled and grunted quietly, trying to remain calm - m…maybe we'll take a quick shower first, and then think about what to do next?

- Oh, but your bulge is so hard. Oh baby! What should we do with this? - she began kissing Colin's neck, and did not stop massaging his bulge in his pants.

He let out a loud moan as she kissed his neck and massaged his bulge.

- I…I'm sorry, I…I can't think...

His leg began to twitch involuntarily, and he began to breathe heavily as she did this to him.

- Please, stop... and let's just go take that shower.

- Ohh baby, you make me sad. Don't you want me? - she bit him lightly on the neck.

- I... of course I want you... it's just.... - he grunted and took a deep breath - why don't we take a good shower first, have dinner, and then talk about what we both want in the bedroom?

- Oh okay, let it be. Let’s take this shower. I promise to be a good girl, I won’t touch your dick during the shower - she kissed him lightly on the lips, smiled and grabbed his hand leading him away from the bathroom.

- Okay, just don't tease me and try to excite me... - he laughed nervously and followed her, because he knows how she can be when they are in the bathroom.

- Oh honey, I'll be good I promise.

- Okay, I'm holding you to your word, so don't try to play with me - he sighed - let's get this shower over with, shall we?

- Okay, my love. But I already feel that my panties are wet, I’m so wet Colin. I need you soon inside me. I can’t wait - she licked her lips and began undressing to enter the shower - don't look at me like that, get undressed and jump in the shower - she laughed.

- J...just stop talking about it.... you're making it worse... - he sighed and took off his clothes, then stepped into the shower and stood there, waiting for her to join him.

- Well I don't say anything anymore. I love you - she stepped into the shower.

- I love you too - he sighed - I know I'll feel better after this shower - he smiled at her - could you help me wash my back?

- Oh my sweet bear, of course I will help you. It's a pleasure for me. Turn around - she took the soap in her hand and smiled broadly at Colin - my thoughts are dirty, but I pretend they aren't there - she started laughing.

After he turned around and she began to soap him, he sighed quietly and then spoke up.

- Do you promise to be polite during the shower and not try to excite me again? I prefer to play in the bedroom.

- You are the one who keeps talking about it. I’m a pure angel right now. I hide my horns for later fun in bedroom. No worries, my love, I won’t do anything what can make you excited.

- I hope… - he sighed.

He felt her hand sliding over his back as she began soaping him, he let out a slight moan as she moved closer to his neck.

- I'm being polite, just washing your back. I'm not doing anything wrong, right? I promised to be good and I am.

- Something is going poorly with this promise... - he groaned quietly - you are too close to my neck... - he sighed and closed his eyes.

He took a deep breath in and then violently let the air out, he couldn't even believe he was moaning at this point, the only thing he was thinking about was what she might do next.

- So you don't want me to wash your neck? - she moved her hand to his shoulder blades and so began to wash him there.

His body began to tremble slightly as she approached his neck again, he began to breathe a little faster and let out a small moan.

- Hmmm... you're already making me feel like I should take more showers with you...

- We can do it every day... if you want - she kissed his back - relax, you're very tense. Inhale and exhale, Colin.

He sighed deeply and took a few moments to inhale and exhale as she instructed him.

- Okay, yes... I feel better now... It's just... it's been a long time since I showered with someone else. Or maybe I just forgot how wonderful it can be. And I definitely didn't expect you to make me feel that way.

- As you wished, I’m not doing anything wrong. I’m just washing your back. Relax, baby.

- Yeah... yeah, I know you're just washing my back. I just... - he sighed.

- Can I ask you a question? - she finished washing him and started soaping her body. She did it very slowly.

He turned to her and made big eyes and let out a small moan, she began to do exactly what he feared she would do in the shower.

- Yeah, sure, what is it?

- Why are you afraid to have sex in the shower? - she began washing her breasts and neck.

He was very tempted by what he saw. He had a desire to help her soap her body. But the way she did it only made him want to gloat at the sight.

- Honestly... It's because I wouldn't be able to last as long as I'd like... I just know it...

- It can be done quickly. Sex in the shower should be quick - she started washing her thighs.

His breath hitched when she started washing her thighs.

- Well... b…but... in this quick time I won't be able to give you as much pleasure as I would like.

- That's fine, I don't mind. In the bedroom we can play and savor each other's bodies longer - she put down the soap, picked up the showerhead and began to rinse the soap off her body. She closed her eyes.

His lips involuntarily parted, he moaned loudly.

- O…okay... I'll take your word for it... but please don't tease me again after the shower.... I can't stand it…

- Excuse me? You don't want to make love after dinner? - she opened her eyes and looked at him with big eyes. She began to rinse the soap off Colin's body.

- Not really... I guess it's just that I'm too tired and I doubt I'd be able to give you my full attention...

Colin's face turned red as she started to rinse the soap off his body now…

- O…okay... h…here, let me take over, o…okay? You've done enough...

- Oh sorry, I didn't mean to upset you. I'll get dressed - she stepped out of the shower, leaving Colin alone. She took a towel and went to the bedroom.

He began to feel even worse, as he could practically feel her annoyance coming from another room, and the feeling that he had let her down again wasn't very good either.

- No, no… w…wait... I'm sorry, I… I didn't mean it that way...

He began to call out to her, his voice was shaky as he spoke, he knew he had to make sure it didn't sound like he was begging.

- It's okay, nothing happened. I understand that you are tired - she returned to the bathroom to hang up the towel - I'll go to the kitchen and order a pizza. Take your time. See you in the kitchen.

- Okay, you're sure about that... right?

- I’m sure, baby. We can have sex another day - she left the bathroom leaving him alone.

- Yeah…

He sighed quietly and took a deep breath, still feeling as if he had let her down and had to make it up to her somehow.

He sat on the floor in the shower, he just needed a short break to try to think about something else and relax, he didn't know why, but her actions really shook his self-esteem as well.

- Fuck…

He covered his face with his hands and cursed himself in his mind for his stupidity. Why had he done something so stupid? He screwed up…

——-

After 20 minutes Marg looked in the bathroom. She was concerned because Colin had not come to the kitchen for so long.

When she entered the bathroom she saw Colin standing in front of the mirror shaving his beard. He was still naked, with only a towel wrapped around his hips.

- Honey... are you okay? - she moved closer to him - I ordered a pizza and they should deliver it in 10 minutes.

It took him longer than usual to shave, and his breathing was much heavier. His hands trembled due to which he cut himself several times with the razor.

- Y…yes, I…I’m fine…

As soon as she approached him, he looked at her with a worried expression on his face. His heart and thoughts sped up. He was tense. The sudden change in his body language was like night and day compared to earlier in the shower, where he seemed more relaxed.

She looked at his sad face. It made her sad, too.

- I would like to apologize to you for my behavior. I think it's my hormones going crazy. Since I'm pregnant, I feel excited almost all the time... - she sighed - I shouldn’t have acted like that. Now I feel stupid. I know you're very tired. I'm sorry, Colin.

When he heard her apology, he felt stupid, he felt really bad. He felt remorseful that today he didn't have as much energy as she did. And he wasn't more open when she tried her best to make him feel good in the way she thought he wanted to feel.

- It’s okay… I should have been more flexible... And I shouldn't have just said all those stupid things. Tiredness makes me stop thinking... I should be... - he sighed, fell silent and returned to shaving.

- I understand everything. We have time for everything - she walked closer to him and hugged his back - I love you - she whispered.

- I…

He paused shaving for a moment and sighed quietly as her hands touched his back and he heard her whisper. He felt the warmth of her closeness, his breathing became heavier again.

- I love you too... I'm sorry for...

He fell silent and sighed deeply, trying to maintain control and not do anything he might regret later.

She wrapped her hands around his stomach. She continued to snuggle into his back. She sighed.

- Okay, I won't bother you. I'll go downstairs and wait for the pizza delivery guy. Come in a minute, okay? - she left the bathroom.

- Okay, I'll... I'll come down soon…

He sighed once again. The way he felt her touch on his stomach... it was too much for him. He knew that one look from her would push him over the edge, and he didn't know if he would be able to shake it off at this point.... He was afraid to look her in the eye after he pushed her away. Overthinking took control of him again. It was nothing positive.

The time when he was single made him weaned from having someone next to him, close to him. That he has sex at his fingertips. Before that, he had to try harder to have some pleasure. Now he has it all in one place and with one woman. Which is completely enough for him.

Slowly he began to have doubts. He was making Marg uncomfortable. She was sad, because of him. He didn't know how he should fix it. He knew that stress during pregnancy wasn’t good. He needs to get over it and start thinking again, tomorrow. It made absolutely no sense now.

He looked at his reflection in the mirror and shook his head in displeasure. He turned on the water and washed his face. He got dressed and went downstairs.

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Part two

[melsvt]

nobody's business ─ martin odegard

a life with you i wonder, can we become loves persona

summary › just a normal girl, who visites every one of the arsenal match takes the attention of the number 8!

warnings › my writing, poorly written english, not so flirty male character.

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mel's rant › hello, welcome. this is the first social media au i have write after a while, so i might have made some mistakes with my english writing. also, there will be probably part 2 or even part 3 because i can only put 10 pictures into 1 post and that is not enough. anyways, thanks so much for reading, a like would do soo good for my mental health. love you all, take care of yourself <3

[airendis]

This is my own headcanon.

At the end of the First Age Findarato was released from the halls of Mandos.

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Waves come one after another on a deserted beach north of the Havens of Alqualondë. Noldo is sitting on a lonely boulder, golden hair fluttering in the wind.

He tries to avoid white stone piers. Olwë knows this and prefers not to talk to his grandson about what happened.

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– It's been a few years since they left. I had to go with them, stand next to my father.

– Your father would never forgive himself if something happened to you now. And Mom? She wouldn't have survived it a second time. Aren't there any people left here who need you?

Noldo raised his head. He has hardly changed in appearance since his return. Except that the hair has become even brighter. And the eyes, even the Lord of Alqualondë, wise with long centuries, sometimes could not withstand this look.

– Sorry, Grandpa. Sometimes it seems to me that waiting is worse than death.

– Have you lost hope?

– There are two hopes... – the elf said very softly. A smile touched the corners of his lips a little. – I'll sit a little longer, the waves calm me down, – and again with pain he began to peer into the horizon, as if he wanted to see the distant mortal lands where the army had gone.

– Sit down. They'll be back. Just wait, Findarato. Just wait...

[ivloginova]

I’m in love with this absolutely gorgeous fic by eyra *Q*

Ps google said that u probably shouldn’t hold a dog like this buuuut too late heh :,c

[the-mr-lolipop-things]

Just enjoying colourful process ❤️💚

[vktr-shrimp]

Character A: *necromancer* /just standing nearby/ Character B and C: /fighting character D/ Character D: /dies/ D: /comes back to life/ B and C: / looking at character A with raising suspicions/ A: IT WASN'T ME

...

Персонаж А: *некромант* /стоит в сторонке/

Персонажи Б и С: /сражаются с персонажем Д/

Персонаж Д: /умирает/

Д: /воскресает/

Б и С: /подозрительно оборачиваются на персонажа А/

А: ЭТО НЕ Я

[azrawolf]

(this takes place after the episode cabin fever because I was so inspired)

Few days after everyone got back from the field trip, N noteses that Uzi dusn't luck well so he asked her

N: R U Okay?

Uzi (with a sad adatud): I'm fine. Stop asking.

Uzi stormed away before N could ask her any more questions. N felt like she's laying so he secretly followed her. She sat close to a cliff and watched ower the destroyed city. She started crying a bit. N walks behind her.

N(surprising Uzi): Uzi now I know that you're not fine.

Uzi in panick quickly wipes her tires away.

Uzi: N I-uuhh-just-

N (cuts her off): Uzi

Uzi: I'm really fine I assure you-

N (cuts her off again): UZI!

Uzi starts to cry and N hug's her after he sits next to her.

N: Uzi it's okay just tell me what happened.

Uzi: I got into a fight with my dad again. I thought I would forget about it like usual but I just couldn't somehow.

N: what did you fight about?

Uzi: when we got home from the field trip. I told him about my "monster bat" transformation and he started yelling at me. We fought for a bit, my solver activated, I ponched him, his screen cracked and some oil spilled. After that I ran away and didn't come back since.

N: Uzi, listen. I know you can forgive your dad and that he can forgive you too. After all, you are family.

Uzi smiles and thanks N.

Ever since N met Uzi he felt something for her, but he was never shour. Now he knows he like likes that little purple bot. He surprise kissed Uzi. She was a little confused but she quickly gave in because she felt the same way. They laid in the snow for a while cuddling but they cept their relationship a sicret.

(I hope you guys like this little fick that I made and send me suggestions for my next fick 😊)

[taisiabelle]

[moontrader-arts]

My fics recommendations (Andreil)🧡

I will not write super famous fics (like armies, never fallen etc, but just what I liked too) all fics on AO3

• We're the giggle at the funeral by Arirmis (Neil is an actor who plays a horrible guy in front of Andrew's family)

•Flavors of Fall by NikNak22

(Small town, seasonal fun, slow burn)

•Okaaaay my favorite it's all fics by Gluupor on AO3, best AUs in the whole world

(I don't lie when I am not lying when I say that I love every fic)

•In Flanders Fields by Dhillarearen

(World War I, Neil a doctor, Andrew a soldier)

•100 days by doodlingstuff

(Andrew blind for a hundred days, Neil looks after him, in between our boys fall in love with each other)

use the comments for your list of favorite fanfics🙌🏼

if the recommendations were useful and need more, give me a sign in comments👇

[knyazd]

Guys

Guys

I can't

Look what Google showed to me

[booboodaddysblog]

Master list:

Colin Zabel

Autumn desires (smut) part one

Autumn desires (smut) part two

Autumn desires (smut) part three

Autumn desires (smut) part four

Doubts part five

Lovebirds (smut) part six

Again (smut) part seven

Gift (smut) part eight

Unexpected (smut) part nine

Secret (smut) part ten

Confused part eleven

Surprise part one

Surprise (smut) part two

Disappointment part one

Disappointment (smut) part two

Disappointment (smut) part three

Disappointment part four

Promise

Let’s talk

I want to touch you again part one

I want to touch you again (smut) part two

Overthinking

Mr. James Patrick March

First kiss

Drunk talk with Colin

He found out...

Argument

Longing (smut)

Teasing (smut)

Illusory hope (smut)

Illusory hope part two

Julian Dillinger

Amanda (smut)

If you want something… you will have it… (smut)

[wanderinginksplot]

Clone Trooper Rambles

Part writing exercise, part diary, part daydream. Rambles are an idea of how life would be with clone troopers around. In these Rambles, clone troopers are unseen and unheard by other people, but they're always willing to share their opinions on my life and choices.

Warnings: This Ramble references a throat surgery I had a while ago. This is not current (Rambles rarely are), but it contains themes of frustration, recovery, and worry about future abilities. Please read with caution!

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Ukulele

“Your voice sounds better,” Kix told me. 

He had been observing my recovery with interest, noting each benchmark no matter how small it was. It could very well have been irritating, but I appreciated it. Otherwise, I was worried I would slip into frustrated self-pity about the slow pace everything was taking.

“Thanks!” I thought about it for a moment. “It has been almost two months since the surgery, though.”

“They said up to six months until you can expect full use of your vocal cords,” Rex reminded. He had insisted on going to every post-operation appointment with me. By this point, he probably knew more about my recovery than I did.

“Yeah,” I agreed with a sigh. “I hope I last that long.”

I had managed to regain most of the tones I used to speak. As long as I didn’t try to do anything too dramatic with my voice, or speak too long or too loudly, I sounded almost normal. It was certainly better than the first few weeks after the operation. When I could first bring myself to speak, I sounded like Izzy Hands from Our Flag Means Death. 

“Why wouldn’t you last?” Waxer asked.

“It sounds stupid…” I hedged, only to be met with three steady stares. “I miss singing.”

“Have you… tried to sing?” It took a while for Kix to ask the question, but he seemed eager to hear the answer. Times like these, I was reminded how similar medical professionals and scientists were in their attitudes about unknown situations or variables.

I brought my mind back to the question. “Uh… No, actually. I just figured it wouldn’t work and I didn’t want to risk hurting something.”

“Now that you’re talking better, I think you should sing,” Waxer suggested. “Don’t try to scream something or belt out an opera, but give it a shot. What’s the worst that could happen?”

The answer to that, of course, was that I would mess something up in my vocal cords and lose not only the ability to sing, but the ability to speak as well. Something told me that a worst-case method of thinking wouldn’t go over well in this particular crowd, so I just nodded. “I’ll probably try it on the way home.”

I did, in fact, end up singing on the way home. ‘Singing’ probably isn’t the right description, though. I tried to croak out the songs I loved and could always sing, but it wasn’t happening. No matter what note I was trying to sing, it would end up as one of the five notes I was able to speak in. Even trying to raise my voice to a notably high pitch only ended with a slight difference in tone.

It was odd. It hadn’t bothered me too badly that I couldn’t sing when it was background knowledge, but having it proven made me frustrated beyond reason. 

After a thankfully short journey home, I took a shower and played a podcast instead of music. There was no use in listening to music if I couldn’t sing along. Even after I had showered and eaten a snack - my typical mood-lightening routine - I still felt irritated and on edge.

When I stood and started for my room, the troopers looked concerned. "Everything okay?" 

I nodded with a slight, reassuring smile and kept walking. When I had sat comfortably on my bed, I pulled a small, light case onto the surface of my comforter. It unzipped easily and I took the slight weight of the ukulele into my hands.

It had been an impulse purchase from years before, a treat for restraining myself from buying an antique accordion at a flea market in my hometown. I had never intended to keep it so long, but the bright orange paint made me happy, as did the cheerful zing of the nylon strings.

Tuning it took only a moment. The correct notes were ingrained in my head after so long. Along with those notes were a few particular patterns for them. It was as easy as breathing to slip into the opening notes of the Beatles's Let It Be. 

The chords rose and fell under my fingers as I played the familiar melody. It was my favorite song to play when I needed a little thinking space, and my knowledge of the actual song had long faded into a vague idea of refrain and chorus.

I played and thought about my surgery and my fear, my voice and my frustration… about everything and nothing. When the suffocating worry in my chest had moved far enough away that I could pick through the tangle, I began to do just that but stopped after only a moment. 

I could play. I could breathe. I could live. That was enough for today. I would handle the rest of it when I decided it was important. That might never happen. That was fine.

With a sense of peace cooling my blood, I began to whistle along with the song plucked out with the tips of my fingers. Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be. Whisper words of wisdom, let it be.

When I let the last bright notes fade away, I smiled at Rex. He had sat on my bed at some point, but I couldn't track exactly when. 

"Thought you didn't like that song?" he asked, voice low and careful. It seemed like he was worried he would break the calm spell if he spoke too loudly.

"I don't. Not to listen to, anyway. I think it's sad and wistful, and that isn't the kind of song I like to listen to." I began to pack away the small instrument as I spoke, glancing at Rex. "But on the ukulele? It's… I don't know how to describe it, but it's like the difference between a slow, mournful fade and the fond remembrance of a favorite time."

The crease between his brows didn't disappear. "And it makes you feel better?" 

I took a deep breath, feeling far lighter than I had when I started to play. "Yeah, it does."

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Author's Note - Like I said, this isn't a current situation, but it is very much real. For anyone who may be struggling with recovery of any kind right now, I wish you all the best! Please know that I'm rooting for you!

Thank you for reading!

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[llinstarr]

When you want to write oneshots and fanfics but English is not your native language and it won't be the same in another language😭