#mirno more

[dijetemjeseca]

Pod istim nebom, a tako daleko...

[untramontofreddomaparticolare]

Manga: Assassin x Cinderella

[electrospherevaults]

'ello everyone, today's a special day!

Back one year ago, and merely two weeks after I was done with the mandatory army conscription, I kept thinking about Defiler. This thinking led to some ideas on how to expand the world, especially coming off the heels of whatever the fuck being in the greek army was, and with friends explaining how much they loved the world and especially the faction of the Maidens of Wrethella, a warrior army in service of the King, I soon had a concept I wanted to explore.

Thusly, on August 26, 2023, at exactly four minutes past midnight, Maiden, the sequel novel to Defiler, was born.

HAPPY MAIDENVERSARY

Fair Lady Analussa of the Maidens of Wrethella, protagonist of MAIDEN Artwork courtesy @meer-draws

It's been a wild time since then, exactly one year ago now! Lots of things changed, lots of things improved; I know my characters better than ever before and the world they inhibit. Analussa grew from a simple character meant to inform the reader about Lionelli and her goals into her own fully realized character; her squad grew to include six more wonderful and superb lady maidens that are as badass as they are sweet. And at a current 97.5k words and 258 pages, I am inching closer to achieving the goal of finishing the sequel! It is still quite a long way to go - there are 41 planned chapters for it after all, and it would not be a Defiler sequel had it not posses some ambition of its own in what it is trying to do - but writing the story of Analussa and her squad as they survive the war-torn world of Tessereich has been a cathartic and healing experience for me; one that I hope I will get to share with you all soon enough)

Alongside the sequel, I have been continuously building the world of Defiler; its past, its present, its future, and how the cast of characters fit in the whole thing. Several of the short stories I have been writing earlier this year take place in the Tomorrow Galaxy where Defiler and Maiden takes place. Each one has been instrumental in figuring the world out, how it ticks, how it works, what it has to say. Most of all, this whole endeavour has helped me figure out Mallik the most, the protagonist of the first novel. She is especially dear to me - I wouldn't have so many artworks of her commissioned had she not been so instrumental in my growth as a writer and as a person - and it would be a severe understatement to say that her perseverance aided me to keep my chin up and continue unabated by difficulties and plights life threw my way. One day, I hope I can tell her story properly.

So what is next for the denizens of Tomorrow? Well, for now, my goal is to finish Maiden. Next goal is the to fix the draft of Defiler; that one will remain private unfortunately as I seek to get it published. I hope it will be fun to come back here and contrast the finished product with the first public draft made during its NaNoWriMo challenge phase. I also want to see if I can depict Defiler and the rest of the stories taking place in the Tomorrow galaxy in other mediums, such as animation and videogames - but that's a plan for later in the year, depending on how things pan out.

In any case, I want to thank y'all for reading, and I especially want to thank my friends, (like Babka, Beth, Gree, September, Sapphire, Chloe, Balkon, Aenore, Steph and Mirnos), for being instrumental in guiding me and believing in me throughout the way; from finishing Defiler, to reading it and critiquing it, and now traversing alongside me this wild new wider galaxy!

Thank you all kindly, and I promise you more news about Maiden in the coming months :D

In the meantime, you can read the first draft of the first novel, available for free, on here. (Analussa does appear in it, and her role, whilst small, is still quite important!)

[provincijaalka]

Život je more, a čovjek je mornar. Nekad će ti plovidba biti mirna, a nekad ćeš prolaziti kroz najgore oluje. Ali zapamti da mirno more nikad nije dalo dobrog mornara.

[sparkles-oflight]

Metulji

Synopsis: Angst BoKris Fanfic inspired by Metulji. We follow Bojan, who is trying to fall asleep, alone, missing his "beloved" more than ever.

Disclaimer: Please think of these as characters and not the actual people. I don’t encourage anyone to send this to any of the actual JO members nor do I encourage people to force any type of relationship between anyone.

Sensible topics implied: Anxiety

Author's note: I started crying when I wrote this at midnight :') It had never happened to me in a fanfic. I recommend reading it at night for extra pain.

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Laying down the half-empty bed, he gripped onto the sheets.

Alone.

He was alone in that dark blue night. The light that came out of windows was barely enough to see his own hand grip.

The smell, the voice, the silhouette of his beloved had left him. The sheets felt colder than ever. His tears had now replaced the bright smile he enjoyed so much.

He missed touching those curls, tangling his fingers as he kissed his beloved.

But the butterflies were all gone.

He wanted to reach out for a hand that wasn't there. He wanted to cry but he couldn't drown. He just wanted to rest and take one last breath.

It was exhausting. It was terrifying.

"Bojan?" A voice so familiar to him resonated in his mind. He knew it wasn't real.

- Bojan. - he opened his eyes to a bright orange environment.

Next to him, Kris was concerned. Bojan was gripping onto his sweater.

- Having a nightmare?

- Are you real? - the famously brave singer was scared, terrified about the idea of all of this being an illusion.

- Of course.

- Am I dreaming?

- Well, I'm flattered I'm a piece of your dreams. - Kris smiled.

The smile Bojan missed so much.

The light stand allowed him to see Kris' face and body as Bojan traced them with his fingers. Then, he moved his hand to his hair.

The butterflies were all over Bojan's stomach making him more excited than ever, but also anxious...

- I love you. - Bojan said.

Without a single word, Kris scooted closer holding him in an embrace.

Bojan gave in and let himself be hugged as Kris pat him on the head.

- I love you too. - Bojan felt a tear of Kris' eyes fall on his hair.

Bojan didn't want to cry. He wanted to be the strong one. He wanted to stay in that embrace forever...He wanted to stay with his beloved.

- Začutim te - "I feel you" - Vsakič, ko se spremeniš - "Every time you change".

Kris softly sang a song familiar to both of them...

-  Slišim vsakič, ko mi nekej zamolčiš - "I hear you every time you keep something from me" - Solze so nadomestile tvoj nasmeh - "The tears replaced your smile".

Kris took a deep breath before continuing and that breath helped Bojan calm down.

- Ne svetijo se ti več kodri v laseh - "There are no more luscious hair curls in you" - Ne spiva mirno, odkar metulji so odšli - "We don't sleep calming since the butterflies left".

Bojan wanted to stay strong, but that was only a want.

- Čakava tiho, da se nekej dogodi - "We are quietly waiting for something to happen" - Plavajo sanje, nosijo ure najine - "The dreams float, carrying our hours" - Naj mi jih vrne, ta ki jih ukradel je - "The one who stole them may never give them back to me".

He started crying hard, gripping onto Kris stronger than he had ever. The feeling of that familiar sweater was the only thing that helped him find his ground.

- Za roko te držim - "I'm holding your hand" - A se ne dotikava - "But we aren't touching"

Bojan felt a hand trying to grip his.

- Utapljajo se oči - "The eyes drown" - A ne jokava - "But we aren't crying"

Kris described all those contradictions...

- Za roko te držim - All those lines Bojan knew too well - A se ne dotikava.

All those lines he wrote.

- Pleševa zadnji ples - "We are dancing our last dance" - Da spet zadihava - "So that we can breath again".

Bojan finally did the thing he was terrified to do...He tried to remember the familiar smell of his beloved and when he did.

He opened his eyes.

- Prepih v temi, počiva v moji postelji - "Draught in the dark, it rests in my head" - Ko me objame se mi v glavi zavrti - "When it embraces me the world keeps spinning".

Bojan was alone in the dark blue room. Back to square one.

- Obrnem se na tvojo stran - "I turn to your side" - A komaj vidim tvoj obris - "But I can barely see your face".

But Kris' voice kept resonating in his mind as if the universe was mocking him.

-Z' mojе obleke, se zgubil je tvoj odtis - "Your traces are gone from my clothes".

- I KNOW! - Bojan yelled.

Sobbing out loud. Louder than he had ever in his life.

- I KNOW THAT YOU HELD MY HAND AND WE WEREN'T TOUCHING. - he got up and started walking around in circles, panicking - I KNOW OUR EYES DROWNED AND WE WEREN'T CRYING! I KNOW WE DANCED SO THAT WE COULD BREATHE AGAIN! I KNOW ALL OF THAT! I WROTE ALL THOSE LINES.

He started taking it all out on the pillow. He was done being mocked. He wanted to forget everything. He wanted to destroy everything. He wanted...

He wanted to re-live everything. He wanted to rebuild everything.

If there really was a God, did it want to see him suffer? Did it want Bojan to feel as if he was dying? How much suffering did it want to inflict on him?

His heart was about to explode as if he had run a whole marathon.

He tried to remember that calm breath that helped him so many times.

And as his heart calmed down...

- God... - he looked at the pillow - I loved you so fucking much. More than anyone could.

He finally let himself rest on said pillow as he collapsed from exhaustion.

"When did the butterflies leave us?"

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Afternote: A dream within a dream, yay! I love writing dreams and nightmares (Ask my scriptwriting teacher, that's what I'm best at). So...don't ask me what happened to Kris. I don't know. But something broke these two apart.

Polaroid Photos Universe | Recommended next: THE SHADE

[aristotels]

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Baš san išla udrit đir marjanom

I tako na putu sa mobitelom

Uslikam par slika da pošaljem djevojci

Slovenki

Iz ljubljane, gradska cura

Iz te slovenije

A kad sam jednom išla na neki grupni izlet

U sloveniju

Išli smo ja, jedna cura iz splita, lik iz trogira

I jedna iz imotskog

I kad bi nas slovenci pitali odakle smo

Mi smo svi rekli iz splita

Čak i oti iz trogira

Jedino je ta iz imotskog govorila iz imotskog

Ko da oni znaju di je imotski

Jebe se njih za imotski

I nas su slovenci vozili preko granice

I mi smo tu prvi put vidjeli travu

Polja trave, zelene trave, mala brdašca

Vijugavu cestu, sa strane tu travu

I mi smo svi gledali kroz prozor

I govorili vidite, trava, prava zelena trava

I slovenci su nam se smijali, od dragosti

Pitali kako nikad nismo vidili travu

Pa jebeš me, di ja da vidim travu

Osim one u kesici, one šta ide u rizlu

Jebate trava, zelena trava

Kako smo je gledali

Ko da je oćemo pojest

Ko irci kad su ih oni šupci inglezi izgladnjivali

Mi ih molili da otvore vrata, te slovence

Da se odemo kotrljat po toj travi

Zelenoj travi

Da se vratim na poantu

Prolazim pored tih dalmatinskih borova

I uslikam par fotografija, da joj pošaljem

I gledam, kako da pošaljem

Ta žgoljava, žilava stabla

Nefotogenična

Uvik zelena, tamno zelena, sa iglicama

Češerima, šiškama

Šta padaju

I ako jednog dana izbije požar

Odosmo i ja i marjan i split u pičku materinu

I šta će ona misliti, kakva su to stabla

Šta stoje, preživljavaju

Kakva stabla takav narod

I slikajem ta stabla, polako, do prve vode

Plaža sa kamenčićima, kamenjem

Na koje čovik more i sist

Kakva će druga plaža i bit u dalmaciji

Naravno plaža sa kamenjem

A tako mi i volimo, kad odemo na pješčanu plažu

Psujemo i govorimo

"Jebem ti pijesak

Uđe ti u šlape u šugaman

U auto, po sicu, po podu

Nemoš ga se nikako rišit"

Bene još kako tako i mogu proć

Kad sam bila mala znali smo ponekad do Duća

Eto tamo ima pijesak

"Jeben ti pijesak" ukratko

Mantra svakog dalmatinca

I sjednem tako na plažu

I ta stabla oko nas, i more, jadransko more

Nemoš ga falit

Upalili nedavno gentlemen od guya ritchija

Loša serija, stali nakon treće epizode

Al u prvoj sceni ide granica turske i sirije

Sa mediteranom u kadru

Nemoš ga falit

Ma nemoš da se na glavu okreneš

Sa cestom i borovima, ma ko u nas

Ja mislila to negdi u nas snimano

Eto cesta ko magistralom do ploča

Ma točno takva cesta

I točno takvo more

More koje stoji, more ko ne ide nigdi

Mirno, ponekad burno

Pogotovo kad okrene na jugo

Kad i mi isto popizdimo i okrenemo

Kakvo more takav narod

Šta će ona mislit o tim stablima

Pa oni takva stabla nemaju u sloveniji

Nemaju u ljubljani

A nemaju ni more

Ma nemaju, imaju veće plaće doduše

Al eto more nemaju

Ma imaju onih dvadeset metara

Al ne u ljubljani, a ovo je ipak o njoj

Slike, kakve da pošaljem

Prorijeđena stabla, ostalo od potkornjaka

Svi smo se bavili tim potkornjacima

Žilava stabla

(Kakva stabla takav narod)

Ništa ne raste osim kadulje ružmarina

Lavande

Naravno i brnistre

Po kojoj je grad i dobio ime

Ma poslat ću joj ta stabla

Neka vide kakva su

Neka vidi i kakva sam ja

Doduše ni žgoljava ni žilava

Ima mene i previše, ja i stabla

Obujmom oko struka isti

Al sa voljom da preživim i da rastem

Tamo di ništa ne raste

Eto

Kakva stabla

Takav narod

[prava-ja]

Fališ mi....

Za prvu jutarnju kavu i osmijeh...

Fališ mi....

Za popodnevni ručak i poljubac...

Fališ mi...

Za posljednji poljubac prije nego utonem u san....

Fališ mi....

Kao vjetar moru, kao more mornaru...

Fališ mi...

I gdje god da ploviš, želim ti mirno more...

Ali da fališ mi...

Sada...

Ovdje...

Odmah...

[jeleninblog]

Mirno jutro kraj otoka Mišjak Mali. More tiho šapuće, a brod strpljivo čeka. 🌊💙

Mišjak Mali, Šibenski arhipelag, Dalmatia, Croatia, Adriatic Sea

📸 Jelena Miljević

[tenjenedvadesete]

Postoji pjesma zbog koje sam nakon dugo vremena zastala i zamislila se.

Dok su Neven i Igor pjevali kako teče polako pješčani sat za našu ljubav, pitala sam se ko je od nas dvoje januar a ko maj? Ko je šećer a, ko so?

Kolike smo suprotnosti kad smo na kraju isti? Jesi li ti onaj bljesak zore između noći i svitanja, moja molitva pred spavanje?

Kako da te prestanem sanjati, maštati, voljeti?

Kako su nam se zvijezde namjestile u nekom drugom životu? Jesi li sreća mom bolu, svjetlac u tihoj avgustovoj noći, mirno more ovom mornaru?

Ili sam, pak, samo loše odabrala?

Raju moj, kako kaže najljepši stih:

U bašti punoj tulipana,

uvijek ćeš biti najljepši cvijet.

K’o rajna svjetla Rotterdama-

tiho, zagrli me.

Možda je na kraju naše knjige sreća spoznala da nam je, ipak, nekako namijenjena. Možda, ipak, nismo stvoreni samo za kraj iste.

[99posto]

Bilo je mirno more - 12.08.2024. 18:22:46

[belog-grada-crna-princeza]

a šta ako ljubav nije

bojno polje?

šta ako ljubav nisu

svađe do 3 ujutru

i milo za drago

i suze i vatra i bombe

koje ne stigneš

deaktivirati na vreme?

šta ako ljubav ne znači

praštati kad ti izbije vazduh

udarcima

tamo gde si najranjivija?

šta ako ljubav ne previja

rane u leđima i ako ljubav

ne grli zveri

u nadi

da će dovoljno jakim zagrljajem

transformisati zver u princa?

šta ako je ljubav mirno more,

šta ako je ljubav sunce i nežna kišica

i reči

uz koje se led na duši

sam istopi?

šta ako je ljubav

ono kad skineš cipele i kaput

posle napornog dana,

a ona te dočeka

onako kako se svake godine

čeka Božić?

šta ako je ljubav

ono kad mu pružiš ruku, a on

umesto da je odgrize

položi tvoj dlan na srce

i u njemu čuješ

da je večnost

baš tu, stala za vas?

a šta ako

ljubav

nije

bojno polje?

- Katarina

[leylaslittleworld]

Nekim danima poželim da me nema,

da na ovaj svijet nikad nisam postala.

Zatim noću, ta želja za sekundu bude veća, a moja nesreća još teža.

Kao mala, mislila sam da će život biti puno ljepše mjesto i da je svijet satkan od vila i šarenih jednoroga,

zatim sam odrasla.

Voljela bih da sam negdje na jugu Španjolske, da bosa koračam po pijesku, stijenama, nosim bijele haljine, šešire, marame, markirane torbice, i puno nakita.

Budila bih se uz sunčeve zrake i pila prvu jutarnju kafu s pogledom na mirno more

Zatim bih započela dan u Cordobi, obilazeći znamenitosti, dzamije i male uličice koje pišu svoju priču,

a već sljedeće jutro našla bih se u Sevilli, gradu koji je poznat po tome da filmski klišei ipak postoje. Kako kažu : “ Sevilla je grad flamenca, fešti i strasti”, idealna za popodnevni sok od naranče uz laganu muziku.

Sljedećih par dana, a ko zna, možda i mjeseci provela bih istražujući Mallorcu. Znate, cijelog života sam se pitala da li postoji mjesto za mene na ovom svijetu?.. zatim sam vidjela sliku Mallorce.

Podsjeća me na mir u ovom užurbanom svijetu kaosa, a ko zna, i kao mala sam željela pobjeći na ostrvo i dopustiti sebi da budem slobodna, svoja i sretna.

Potom, svako sljedeće odredište bi bilo nevažno , jer bi moja stopala bila uništena od ljepota, duša od slobode, tijelo od sunca, dobre hrane i mnoštvo uspomena.

Nekim danima poželim da me nema,

ali onda se sjetim da još nisam gledala zalazak na jugu Španjolske.

[untramontofreddomaparticolare]

Yamada and Akane 🌺

Manga: Yamada-kun to Lv999 no Koi wo Suru

[kubi95-2]

Dok šetam,

s jedne strane Drina,

rijeka kojoj sam se uvijek radovao

kad bih dolazio iz Sarajeva.

Kakvo more i bilo šta...

Kad se Drina pojavi iza krivine,

tad je srce mirno,

ali sve jače kuca.

S druge strane grad

kome sam se uvijek vraćao,

u kom imam želju da ostanem.

Grad zbog kog sam žrtvovao

neke dijelove sebe,

ali da ostanem tu.

I na kraju,

dok šetam

držim tebe za ruku

i osjećam se ispunjenje nego ikad.

Drina, grad i ti.

Mir.

Dom.

[bojesvemira]

Mene je teško ostaviti bez riječi a evo sada šutim, jel okej ako kažem da plačem ali ne izgovaram slova. Kroz glavu mi prolazi i mjesec mart i bura, i moj džemper i poštovanje, i neka ljubazna riječi i žena lijepa crne kose na motoru, žena jaka puna ljubavi za sve koje poznaje, žena koja nas tjera da jedemo, žena koja pravi najbolje kolače. Žena koja u sebi nema mržnje, žena koja će te nježnim rukama zagrliti i prihvatiti pa da si najgori na svijetu. Žena koja nije se puno jadala, a svega je prošla. Sjetim se i osmijeha njenog i tog poziva da joj dođem na more, da se kupamo valjda. Nisam taj poziv za ozbiljno shvatila, možda sam ipak trebala. Možda sam ipak trebala i lijepo stati zapamtit joj lik, nježne oči i dobrotu na licu. Žao mi je zbog svega što je prošla, a nije zaslužila, zbog boli jer nju nije trebalo nikad da boli. Možda sve okolo, sporedni svijet ali nju nije. Ža mi je šta ti nisam došla na more, da se brčkamo. Evo sada sve mi se u tilu stiska, putuj, plovi mirno ti more vilo dalmatinska🕊️

[louiferry]

Los Angeles

SLO / ENG:

Luksuzni glavnik iz ekološkega in kakovostnega slovenskega lesa. 

● Lasišče in sami lasje ga veliko raje občutijo in objamejo kot plastičnega.

● Ko se češemo z lesenim glavnikom, ni statične elektrike v laseh, saj les ne prevaja električne energije.

● Med česanjem z lesenim glavnikom naravna vlakna zaobjamejo celoten las, vse do njegovih konic.

● Leseni glavnik 'podžiga' akupresurne točke na lobanji, kar posledično prinaša zdrave, sijoče lase. 

● Naravne sestavine lesenih glavnikov so hipoalergene. Tako je manj možnosti, da se na vašem lasišču pojavijo hude alergije.

● Leseni glavnik s širokimi zobci ki so točno določni, ne cuka in ne lomi las. Enakomerno drsi in preprosto rešuje vozle, kar je še zlasti prijetno, ko imamo kodrčke. 

● Leseni glavniki so izjemno vzdržljivi.

● Lepo oblikovan leseni glavnik je tudi nepogrešljiv in jasno izraža okoljsko ozaveščenost posameznika, ki ga uporablja.

Louiev namig z uporabo Comb by Loui Ferry: 

● Leseni glavnik 'podžiga' akupresurne točke na lobanji, kar posledično prinaša zdrave, sijoče lase. 

● Če je prhljaj posledica suhega lasišča, bo redna masaža z lesenim glavnikom spodbudila naravno oljenje in − zbogom prhljaj. 

● Les slabo prevaja toploto, zato lahko mirno sušite lase s sušilcem in se češete.

● Uporaba pospeši krvni obtok lasišča, kar prinaša hranljive snovi lasnim koreninam. Las postane bolj bleščeč in sijoč. 

● Les slabo prevaja toploto, zato lahko mirno sušite lase s sušilcem in se češete.

ENG:

Luxurious comb from ecological and high quality Slovene wood with seven denticles

- The use of wood for scalp and hair is much more preferable than the use of plastic.

- When we use a wooden comb, there is no static electricity in the hair because the wood does not conduct electricity. ALI: With the use of a wooden comb, say goodbye to static electricity in your hair.

- When combing with a wooden comb, natural fibers embrace the entire hair, all the way to its tips.

- Wooden comb stimulates acupressure points on the skull, which results in healthy, shiny hair.

- The natural ingredients of wooden combs are hypoallergenic, therefore it reduces the chance of a severe allergy on your scalp.

- Wooden comb with wide fixed denticles, does not pull nor break hair. It slips evenly and easily removes hair knots, which is especially enjoyable when we have curls.

- Wooden combs are extremely endurable.

- A well-designed wooden comb is also indispensable and clearly expresses the environmental awareness of an individual who uses it.

Loui’s hint for using the Comb by Loui Ferry:

- Wooden comb stimulates acupressure points on the skull, which results in healthy, shiny hair.

-  Dandruff is a consequence of a dry scalp, a regular massage with a wooden comb will encourage the natural ointment and - goodbye dandruff.

- Wood poorly conducts heat, so you can calmly dry your hair with a hairdryer and meanwhile comb yourself.

- The use accelerates the blood circulation of the scalp, which brings nutritious substances to the hair roots. Hair becomes more glittery and shiny.