“For What It’s Worth: It’s Never Too Late To Be Whoever You Want To Be. I Hope You Live A Life

Kaeya: Hey Klee,

Klee: Yes, big brother Kaeya?

Kaeya:Life is like a bomb. It takes a lot of things to make, but it takes only one tiny step for it to be lost. That's why, you need to be careful. Understood?

Klee: I...understand.

Kaeya: Good. Now, let's go check up on Albedo.

Klee: Yey!!

 fanart i did back in 2020 (revamped)

HD wallpaper https://ko-fi.com/s/ed5229e12e

commission info https://ergione.wixsite.com/commission/

I took my stance

And paid a glance;

I brought my hand down,

And fire danced around.

I brough him flames,

And they marred his face;

I am aware of the cruelty,

And the tragic beauty.

A tragic tale,

Told by people that wail;

Though, I will not regret,

Lest I fall to my death.

It's been, what, months? I think, since I've read this series. And, it just stuck to me. I love it a lot. So I'm sharing it with you, guys. It's a DabiHawks fanfiction, with Rumi/Fuyumi, and Natsuo/Shigaraki on the side. It feels real. For me. The type of slice-of-life that feels like it's really taken from the pages of someone's story. Touya is extraordinary in this, so multi-talented and skilled, someone worthy of admiration. Takami is also beautifully written here. I am not really great at expressing my thoughts and feelings, it's the sort of things that just feels like a beautiful blob inside your chest. You cannot describe its beauty for words cannot find you.

So, I cannot write a meaningful review. But I love it. I hope you do too.

It's “Paper Mountains, Glass Seas” by Bittermoons on Archive of Our Own. I do not know if they have a Tumblr, though.

I have so many WIPs that if only I knew how to work with myself, I’d have finished or at least made sm progress. I’m trying to actually plan my fanfic now but am struggling. Some of these WIPs will never see the light of day so I’m thinking of just posting them as prompts or headcanons

Shout out to my writers that don’t plan their fics at all. Readers be like “I can’t wait to find out what happens next!”

Babe me too

Now I'm having contemplating whether or not to use Peter's POV or Flash's POV. Like, should I use Peter's POV and we see his journey as he sees more of Flash than the annoying prick he was in high school and falls in love with Flash that came with all the confusion from previously hating him to now having fuzzy feelings about him and understanding Flash more and see Peter slowly healing over his trauma. Or should I use Flash's POV as he meets this compelling stranger that seems to hold a slight dislike towards him right off the bat and soon finds out that this stranger is his idol who he has deep admiration for and somewhere along the way, his memories comes back and now he's doing practically anything to make it up to Peter for his past actions and the emotions that his memories returning invokes in him throws him back to before he started healing over his own trauma that caused him to act like he did in the first place and then we see him fall in love with Peter alone the way and they both help each other overcome their own trauma.

Trust me. If I can art and write masterpieces, Dron would have so much more content than there is.

I use Pinterest for my base, credits to the artist of the base.

An Atrocity of a Piece

In the silence of the night,

With all the stars shining bright,

The silken sheets encirling my pale skin,

Fiery ginger hair was all that was to be seen.

I close my eyes to dream,

And see your bright blue eyes gleam;

Your haunting makes me frown,

The sunlight behind you like a crown.

I despise the way you beleaguer me,

Holding me in captivity;

With unrealistic fantasies,

Of what could-be's .

It makes me despise you,

The way I want it so badly to be true;

But alas, it is one of the many could-be-nots,

And I will weep in my head full of thoughts.

Thoughts, and fantasies, and imaginations,

Of us and our destinations,

Of domestic bliss

Sealed with a passionate kiss.

Yes, I despise you,

None else could be as true.

For in you, I see a fanatical future,

For you, I become a delusional creature.

Almost driven to madness like my aunt,

While you glower and frown and taunt

At all my sneers and jeers and leers,

My affections become clear to I through the years.

I can only wish that to you, it is as clear,

Yet the fact it is not shall abate my fear,

As knowing will surely be a recipe for grief,

For who, I do not know and it is a relief.

For I despise you,

And I love you.

And such is forbidden for us two,

So I can only dream of your eyes so blue.