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[elinormakara]

PUBLISHED: Ryomen Sukuna Fanfic Rework

Chapter One: Malevolent Shrine - Christmas Story REWORK for the fanfic Ryomen Sukuna x Fem!Reader: Rebirth has now been published on my Wattpad and AO3 accounts for your reading pleasure. :) This rework has been done to match the writing style of the chapters that follow - the original script format wasn't best suited.

Now that I have uploaded it I've realised how much longer the chapter is, I hope you can all enjoy this. :)

Please find my Wattpad and AO3 account links in my bio under 'My Links'. Enjoy and thank you for reading my work! ((WARNING: 18+ MATURE CONTENT, MINORS DNI))

A Christmassy sketch I done last Christmas when I fell in love with his true self ~ He's a hunky hunk ~

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[perlen-gold]

Anyone else writing fanfics/stories by hand?? ✍️

Look, I know I belong to an all but extinct species but cross my heart, is there anyone else here who actually writes their stories and/or fics with an old-fashioned pen BY HAND like me? 🤔🤔🤔

Please reblog for better results! :D

[shihlun]

[ratslay3r]

[do-you-ever-consider-death]

i've loved people and

i've lost people and

i've lived and

i've learned and

life hasn't always been kind

relationships begin and

they're beautiful but then they end and

more often than not they're messy and

what am i supposed to do?

how were humans meant to love so deeply

when no matter how hard we try

a relationship is doomed?

what am i even saying?

this isn't like me and

i'm sorry if it's stressing you out but

i've been thinking a lot about the inevitability of death recently

but if i'm being honest

(which i am because you're only paper - i can't hurt you)

death is the least tragic way for a relationship to end

(you're a dead tree but now you're here with me - do you understand?)

how can you meet someone and

love them so much and

laugh at their jokes and

get drunk together and

cry about how unfair life is and

take aesthetic photos together and

plan a future together and

go out to dinner and

swap stupid stories and

create inside jokes and

speak in vine references and

create a life together and

grow together and

make memories and

love love love only

for them to decide one day on a horrible truth: “you aren't enough for me anymore”

:(

people change

i understand that but

is it always so sudden?

i learned from my books that

it's a gradual decline

a slow erosion

sad but beautiful

a mutual split with so much love left behind

not... this

it isn't supposed to be this

why couldn't it be like the books?

like it was with my childhood friends?

maybe it's that

I didn't love them as much as you?

or maybe we were never meant to be?

our paths crossed but our souls weren't meant to meet

i wish we'd never met but

that's not really true

now is it?

i just wish it went differently, i guess...

why a thunderstorm

instead of a gentle rain?

was it the same for you

as it was for me?

the people who love me don't like you anymore

i say i understand and

i believe a part of me does but

i don't understand it

i don't understand how

i'm supposed to sit

in a shattered reality and

pretend i saw this coming

my world is shattered and

yet i love you and

how is that fair?

my world is in pieces yet i love

they all say i'm better off and

i think they're right and

time is a great healer but

i wish i could stop defending you

maybe it's true i hurt you but you never told me that and

you hurt me too and

i really wish i could hate you for that and

just move on

but here i sit

books torn apart

glass shatterd

completely displaced

still i defend you, or

at least i defend what we had as

the red alert blares -

all the things i couldn't see before but

i pick up the pieces you left me with

i put on my glasses and i look back and

i still love you despite all this

after all, broken rose colored lenses are still rose colored

and i still love you.

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So I wrote this today while I was at work because my brain has been super active and I dropped a hard line while I was writing in my head - after that, this piece was born.

I found out a few days ago that my uncle is going into hospice and I’ve just been …really sad? This is obviously not about that and it isn’t about anyone specific either.

I’ve just been thinking a lot the nature of human relationships and longing. About how funny we really are. About all the people I have loved that I still do but I don’t talk to them anymore, I don’t even remember where they are.

And I’ll admit,it felt really good to write.

I wrote this by hand on some loose leaf I have at my desk.

There is something so beautiful about us, about how temporary we are, about the process of art.

I just love humans. I love our nature and our desire to love despite it all. And I am so grateful I have allowed myself to love despite the possibility of pain or betrayal. Because the people that still love me are so special to me and I love them with all of my heart and I am eternally grateful I exist at the same time as they do.

[youdonthavetocallmedarlinnn]

I was reminded that I had some of these saved from the past few months. I think it's important to have something that you can use as a continual representation of how you feel or what you're striving towards. I choose quotes by people I admire and who I believe have extremely important messages to share then I share them with others.

[pinkfloyd-musicartnaturelove]

Roger's written lyrics for Have a Cigar.

[sunafterthestorm]

I long for whispers I never hear from you.

Soft groans that say

(I am yours)

Your smile against my cheek and

Your fingers against my lips

(I am yours)

I long for the space between us

To be filled with electricity

So I can feel you

Even when you are not here to say

(I am yours)

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Not to be over dramatic or anything but the decline in popularity of hand written letters is one of the most disappointing decisions we have made as a modern society.

[elinormakara]

Portgas D Ace Fanfiction Scheduled For This Valentines Day! Friday 14th February!

I've managed to do it! I've wrote a whole chapter and edited it in time for this Valentines! Originally, the idea was to make this into a small one-shot short story with just one chapter, but I've been having ideas to explore and develop the plot more, possibly introducing a certain blond brother later on. The idea is in the cards, we'll see what happens! It might be a case of waiting until I learn more about Sabo, I only have a tiny bit of knowledge about his character from the dressrosa arc and that isn't much to go on? (I've started rewatching One Piece from the start and I'm currently on episode 107, a long way to go yet! lol) I hope you enjoy the story when it's published this Friday! Thank you for reading! **All my fanfiction stories are available on Wattpad & Ao3, please find the link in my bio under 'My Links' if you're interested in reading any of them** ((WARNING: 18+ ONLY, I can't guarantee all my stories are safe for reading by minors))

[desdemonas-intellectual-nonsense]

Free Writing on my lunch break again, feedback is welcome :)

(Will come back later with a reblog of typed text I know my handwriting is horrid)

[ellenhenryart]

(via "I Don't Work Here" Classic T-Shirt for Sale by ellenhenry)

[tilbageidanmark]

A handwritten note, scrawled in Arabic on a torn cigarette pack, was discovered on the ground last week in Pozzallo as migrants filed off a ship. It was from someone initialed “A” to someone else initialed “R.”

“I wanted to be with you,” read the note. “Don’t you dare forget me. I love you very much. My wish is for you not to forget me. Be well my love. A loves R. I love you.”

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