#who sows the wind reaps the storm

[unbury-the-gays]

Chopsticks

Gisbert: So, who's the big spoon and who's the little spoon?

Adrien: We're chopsticks!

Gisbert: Oh, that's cute! Does that mean you two snuggle together perfectly?

Kiyan: No, it means that if you take one of us away, the only thing the other is good for is stabbing.

#unbury the gays #who sows the wind reaps the storm #witcher #witcher 3 #witcher kiyan #kiyan #prince adrien #adrien #prince adrien of sea cats #kiyan x adrien #incorrect witcher quotes #incorrect witcher #incorrect quotes

[lovesickeros]

☆ you sow; & thus you shall reap what you are owed

{☆} characters tsaritsa {☆} notes cult au, imposter au, drabble, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings blood, violence {☆} word count 0.8k

You are dying.

Gold melts into the dirt, bleeds into the very earth that you'd molded by your own hands – a familiarity you do not understand the source of – you know it to be true, yet you do not remember it as Teyvat does. It weeps, in turn, for the way you bleed upon it, the way your lungs strain for breath.

It is fury and sorrow and fear and hatred so raw that your mind buckles.

You will die.

"A dying godling and its judge, it's jury – it's executioners," The voice is hollow and cold, sweeps across your broken body like the first chill of winter, "Archons who saw themselves Gods, now brought to heel by their own hubris."

A cold hand upon your cheek, the brush of a thumb across your lip, the gentle caress of cold across your skin. You know her – you don't remember, you shouldn't recognize her but you do – and she knows you. The cold beckons and you follow, let her kindness settle in the hollow space of your chest. You want to speak, to cry and scream and rage, let the world burn around you in a fit of flames so hot even she cannot contain it – but she silences you, quiets the anger seeping into your blood, quiets Teyvat itself.

"Do not speak, little godling. Guide my hand," She is cold; her hands are not gentle, yet it is bliss compared to the callous, cruel hands that have shattered you. She is cruel and cold and brutal but she is love in the way she kisses the crown of your head. She is love in the way she is the bulwark between you and the world that has scorned you – she is fury in the way she brings them to their knees. "And I shall enact judgement most divine."

They will pray for forgiveness, and they shall find themselves wanting.

"It wasn't our fault!" They cry, but you cannot recognize the voice – it breaks and cracks like glass. "They were too human. How were we meant to know? We– we thought they were.."

Silence.

You watch your judge – the executioner, the blade that shall carve their sins into the very marrow of Teyvat, stand above you like death. As cold as winter and just as brutal. Your temple has been painted in the gold of your divine blood, and she shall complete the masterpiece with their own. The Archons shall become the grandest art in the world – this temple the canvas, their blood the paint and their bodies the palette. The cold that cuts sinew cradles you – it sings to you, whispers sweetly in your ear and carves bone from body in the same breath. The cold presses it's lips to your wrist and it cradles a heart within it's palm – judges them and finds them guilty.

It is her spear that rests between their ribs, her sword that dissects and her dagger that carves – the cold devours.

In the breadth of this divine sanctuary, the Archons dwindle. They become the pieces of a divine work of art, they bleed and bend and break upon her hands. She shakes the heavens and carves mortality into the bones of the divine – your word is Law, and you weave their deaths into the roots of Teyvat itself.

They shall know of their grand folly in every moment henceforth and longer still and they shall weep.

And as the curtain falls, as the world crumbles beneath fist and blade, she cradles your face between hands too cold – as gentle as a shard of ice between your ribs, as brutal as the kiss of gentle snowfall. The world buckles at the loss of six, but she alone does not allow it to break – you will have to mend the wounds of the world when you are well, but today you weep and Teyvat weeps with you.

And alone, the cold remains.

Stone has eroded, the wind has ceased, the flames have been extinguished, the storm has been silenced, the forests have gone quiet and the seas go still.

But the cold remains, bathed in gold.

It wraps you in thick furs, cradles you against the winter storm that brews beneath a veneer of composure. It brings you home – lets the world settle into a stillness and silence that inspires only dread and still she presses a kiss to your brow.

It is cold, but there has never been something so warm.

Where hands have broken you, she drapes you in furs, wipes away the thick gold that clings to your skin. She pieces you back together where you have been shattered, reshapes you where you have been bent – makes of you something new. Not a god and not a mortal but something wedged between them.

But you are yourself.

And you are where you belong.

They shall put you back together and you shall know only the worship worthy of the divine. They shall carve this world into your image, tear out and burn away the rot that festers.

All you need to do is say the word and they shall be your tools to make this world your own.

One word and those who wronged you shall burn, too.

Just one word. That's all it takes, and they shall take away your pain.

#sagau #genshin sagau #self aware genshin #genshin impact sagau #self aware genshin impact #fic tag #genshin cult au #genshin impact cult au #tsaritsa #“eros you left for a month again” yeah................. #anyway. posts tsaritsa fic and leaves #i kept it kinda vague but the fatui are all on your side. whether or not your actually the creator or not though.. #now thats up for debate. #did they tamper w teyvat to kill the archons? to break the world to be remade in whatever image they see fit? #using you as the means of their end? #maybe you are the creator and they just saw an opportunity. maybe they are just devoted to you. #i just think lowkey villain au but specifically imposter au where the only ones who side w u r the fatui like OUGH #i love the fatui. them being the only ones 2 side w u is so tasty #prime material for angst bc the self doubt if the only ppl who believe u r the “villains” #a lot of this is just like. tsaritsa posting again though #the tsaritsa who loves so deeply yet cannot love #contradictions all the way down #she loves you but she cannot love you. #she loves you but she will put a dagger between your ribs. she loves you but she is incapable of love #tsaritsa the woman that u r ough #harbingers and their complex relations 2 love my beloved #smth smth tsaritsa seeing an opportunity to install a puppet “creator” which creates a separate imposter!au when the actual creator pops in #did i write this just 2 write tsaritsa being vague and Weird and horrifying and a horror and a lover and just a woman and #yeah :] #please talk 2 me abt the tsaritsa pleas epleas pleas eplease please please please p[lease please pleas

[i-did-not-mean-to]

October 27th

Haunted House

OOoooftiiii, this is a rather long and sad one...I am sorry...

Inspired by @cochart's beautiful art and the many people truly invested in this gen pairing...

@mismaeve a story about the husband you left lol I blame you for this one turning out so sad instead of fluffy LOL

Words: 872

Warnings: sadness, mention of canon-death

Humming to himself, Elrond Peredhel knelt by the river and closed his eyes; their enemy was getting ever stronger, and the fate of the whole world such as they knew it hung in the balance.

Hence why he had drawn the ghosts that haunted his house to the water to converse with them as best he could; here, in the shadow of the trees, he allowed himself to discard the heavy robes that symbolised his station and to tie up his hair in the simple braid he had worn in his childhood.

He tilted his face upwards to bathe in the light of the celestial luminary that had once been his father and his hands plunged into the cold waters of the stream; summoning memories he kept buried in his heart most of the time for fear of being incapacitated by his grief, he let them wash over him like showers of stars and flames now, welcoming the pain rushing through his system.

“Grant me strength and patience,” he whispered slowly and opened his senses to the world around him as much as to the dimensions beyond his reach. “Sky who has taken my father, sea who has swallowed my mother, fire who has engulfed Maedhros, and earth who has claimed my beloved brother, hear me in my hour of need and give back a fraction of what you’ve robbed me of.”

A dry sob tore itself from his spasming throat. 

“If only this blessed Middle-Earth for which we are risking more than we can bear losing could rise in defiance to strengthen the arms and lighten the hearts of those devoted to it.”

He felt old now, worn and heavy like the coat that fearsome Fëanorian had wrapped around him and Elros when he had carried them away to safety, brittle and cracking like the strings of Maglor’s old harp that had fallen prey to roughhousing one fateful summer evening.

Celebrían had often chuckled that they lived in a haunted house but that it was besieged by loving memories; now, she was one of the spectres walking the empty halls alongside the parents Elrond still missed with all the intensity of a frightened orphan in the middle of an autumn storm.

Upon building his own home, he had insisted on open spaces even though it had been deemed unwise and unsound in the face of the lingering evil in the world; he had refused to explain in so many words that he could never forget how Maedhros had struggled with doors and what joy the young half-elven wards had felt whenever they saw that tall frame push through gauzy curtains instead – a platter of treats in his lone hand – crooked shoulder first, followed by the lopsided grin and the pain-bent frame of one who had been born with great purpose and who had seen all his glory burn to ashes.

How could Elrond have made anyone fully comprehend why – despite everything that had happened – he yearned to see the starlight fill the rooms and to hear the soft sighing of white wings on swift winds? 

Galadriel understood, of course, for – in her youth, in another realm – she had been lulled to sleep by Maglor’s melodious voice, teasing his brothers mercilessly or singing a song that had just come to him, echoing through open halls and down doorless corridors.

“Harken,” he begged again fervently, “for I truly am in need of some solace tonight.”

A long-forgotten recollection stirred like cold smoke within his soul, and his fingers clawed themselves into the silty ground at the bottom of the river frantically. 

Maedhros who was as tall as a tree

Maglor whose voice moved friend and foe

Celegorm who was wild and free

Caranthir and his tale of woe

Curufin his father’s shadow 

Ambarussa precious twins of yore

They all shall reap what doom they sow

And hence shall be seen nevermore.

It was but a silly nursery rhyme made up by their captors – by their protectors, by their providers, by their fathers – in a rare moment of humour, but Elrond now hissed the words like a desperate prayer into the still night air.

“Blood of my blood, love of my heart,” he groaned, “bring back what I have lost and inhale into this aching body the strength and the faith of those who have gone before me.”

His parents had taught him that desperate times called for desperate measures, his foster fathers had shown him that loyalty and kindness were possible even at the bleakest of times, and his beloved wife had let him understand that physical absence was not a testament to lack of love. 

“Let me be haunted then,” Elrond declared, straightening slowly and steeling his nerves, “let the deaths and departures that are etched into my skin harden into impenetrable armour. Let them come!”

Behind a thicket, an old creature with luminous eyes blinked; Maglor had not expected his little star to remember the empty words of regret and love he had offered the child like a veiled treasure.

“To war once more, you old wreck of a cursed Fëanorian,” he whispered to himself, clenching and unclenching an aching hand, “and then home. Ai, I shall finally be homewards bound.”

@fellowshipofthefics and we're going for the final sprint here...

Force and courage to all of you & of course, lots of love...

-> Masterlist

#fanfiction #writing #IDNMT writes #fotfics October challenge #fotfics fictober #ficlet run #1 scene per day #a different pairing every day #the silm #the silmarillion #Elrond #Maglor #Maedhros #Elros #Elwing #Eärendil #family #grief #haunting #sadness #kidnap fam #loneliness

[xwhitepolar]

Speak Your Language Day 2023: Sim di Bellavista (The Sims 2) come proverbi italiani ✨

// Pleasantview (The Sims 2) sims as italian proverbs ✨

Ciao amici!! Non ho potuto pianificare molto per questo evento ma spero apprezzerete questo post! Sono un po' malaticcia quindi non è molto, ma ehi 😆 // Hello friends!! I couldn't plan much for this event but I hope you'll appreciate this post! I'm a bit sicklish so it's not much, but hey 😆

Dina Caliente: Non è tutto oro quel che luccica. "not all that glitters is gold". I can't explain why it reminds me of her, it's the vibes

Nina Caliente: Da cosa nasce cosa. the italian equivalent of "one thing leads to another", in Italy is often said about dating. Nina 🤝🏽 ACR

Brandi Broke: A mali estremi estremi rimedi. "To extreme misfortune, extreme remedies". When a situation gets tough, sometimes we need to use strong means to get where we want. You know why I chose Brandi, right? ;)

Skip Broke: Uomo avvisato mezzo salvato. literally, "a warned man is half saved". One who's warned about some danger can save themselves. Sorry Skip 💀

Dustin Broke: Fidarsi è bene, non fidarsi è meglio. "Trusting is good, not trusting is better". You just KNOW this teenager is an angsty boy who refuses to trust people lmao

Coral + Herb Oldie: Tra moglie e marito non mettere il dito. "it's better not to mind a couple's business". You don't know how Coral and Herb are together, and as soon as you open their family they have a fight. But you don't question it ;)

Don Lothario: Il lupo perde il pelo, ma non il vizio. "A wolf loses its fur but not its habit." Referring to how people rarely lose their vices. Don just loves dating around a bit too much to ever stop after marriage, no?

Darren Dreamer: Chi la dura la vince. "who persists, wins". Does Darren still think Cassandra will reciprocate his love at some point?

Mortimer Goth: Chi si fa i fatti suoi, campa cent’anni. "who minds their own business, lives a hundred years." Given how he reacts when people look through a telescope, you know this man strongly believes in this proverb.

Cassandra Goth: A buon intenditor, poche parole. "Few words are needed for one who understands". Cassandra made this her life motto, I'm sure.

Bella Goth: È meglio essere uccel di bosco, che uccel di gabbia. Literally, "it's better to be a bird in the woods than a bird in a cage". Taking risks and choosing freedom has its own disadvantages, but at least you're not caged. So, did Bella run away, or?

Daniel Pleasant: Il diavolo fa le pentole, ma non i coperchi. "The devil makes pots but not lids". Truth and nasty secrets always come up. Daniel be ready >:(

Angela Pleasant: Chi semina vento raccoglie tempesta. Literally, "One who sows wind reaps a storm". Who spreads negativity and ill intentions will get them back even more powerfully. Now, if only she stopped picking fights with her sister...

Lilith Pleasant: Chi la fa l'aspetti. "Who does [something bad] can expect it in return". Twin proverb of the previous one :D will they ever get along?

Ed è tutto per ora!! Spero vi siano piaciuti 😆 potrei farne altri in futuro, chissà.. intanto, felice giorno Parla La Tua Lingua!! // And that's all for now!! I hope you liked these 😆 I may make more in the future, who knows... in the meantime, happy Speak Your Language Day!

#speak your language day simblr #s2 #s2 premades

[witcherrarepaircommentexchange]

pairing:

Prince Adrien/Kiyan (The Witcher)

fics:

Dream by Advena87 and Gavilan

Two years after Kiyan's rescue, the nightmares weren’t as vivid and painful as they had been in the beginning, especially with Adrien’s calming, familiar scent and warmth beside him. Calming, that is, except the nights that Adrien also suffered nightmares of his own.

Saovine was approaching, the nights were growing longer and colder, and Adrien's nightmares more frequent. The prince still didn't want to talk about them, and Kiyan didn't know how to break the standstill. He wanted to help him, but there was nothing he could do but hold him in his arms.

Stray Cat by Advena87 and Gavilan

"If a cat runs away, you should tie a bell around his neck. Then you will always know where he is." Adrien doesn't know what's going on in Kiyan's life that keeps him running away, but he's determined to keep trying to build something with his mysterious stranger.

Who Sows the Wind, Reaps the Storm by Advena87 and Gavilan

"The ruins of the elven palace Est Tayiar in Redania were mentioned several times in the records of the oldest cat school masters as a potential source of exquisite weapons and diagrams, but the records didn’t specify the exact location of the palace or what it had been, exactly, in its heyday. Either way, Kiyan had nothing better to do, except avoid headhunters, so he planned on spending this year on the path searching for treasures."

#the witcher #tw3 #witcher rarepair #adrien x kiyan #prince adrien #adrien #kiyan #witcher kiyan #prince adrien/kiyan #the witcher games

[milenaolesinska]

Russia has created hell in Ukraine. But there is a biblical saying: who sows the wind reaps the storm. I hope this hell will come back to Russia 🇷🇺

#russian barbarism #russian war #russian agression #russia ukraine war #putin's war #criminal war #war #ukraine army #help for ukraine #ukraine #criminal putin #vladimir putin #fuck putin #putin ukraine #stop russia #stop putin #stop war #stop invasion

[azraelgray]

"If I sow a wind now

I will reap a storm

You saw me sliding away from the sun

And tomorrow

Who will come

And put their hand over mine

Mine with the burning shape of a gun"

The Racing Heart - Katatonia - Dead End Kings (2012)

#metal music #music #song lyrics #not my content #katatonia #progressive rock #progressive metal #good song #please support

[loveparfum]

STORM IN MARSEILLE ⚡️ TEMPETE A MARSEILLE ✨ 📷 @de_la_pampa 👌 Who sows the wind reaps the whirlwind (Reverend Huxley) 🔥 - Qui sème le vent recolte la tempête (Révérend Huxley) ❤️‍🔥 💥curated #jeanlucbattini Founders @jeanlucbattini & Robbins Let us know what you think in the comments section Faites-nous savoir ce que vous pensez en commentaires et suivez nous 🏃🏻‍♀️ Follow for more - #marseille #creatorgrams #france #sud #cloud #mer #sea #clouds #beauty #nature #sky #worlbestgram #visual #grandblue #seascape #ilovemarseille #grams #moodygrams #gramslayers #gram #noussommesmarseille #studygram #wearemarseille #mastersofvisual #om #visualart #battini #blue #marseillejetaime ☄️ (at Marseille, France) https://www.instagram.com/p/CfpBAnPKSlX/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#jeanlucbattini #marseille #creatorgrams #france #sud #cloud #mer #sea #clouds #beauty #nature #sky #worlbestgram #visual #grandblue #seascape #ilovemarseille #grams #moodygrams #gramslayers #gram #noussommesmarseille #studygram #wearemarseille #mastersofvisual #om #visualart #battini #blue #marseillejetaime

[gossiptelfer]

Wake up… break up… make up, looks like S has seen it all. Will a second chance at love leave the church bells ringing… or will it be a sad, beautiful, tragic love affair? They say it’s easy to forget your troubles when the weather’s warm. But all it takes is one cold breeze to blow reality right back in your face. Watch out Scarlet. He who sows the wind reaps the storm.

XOXO

Gossip Telfer

[lorei-wrote]

Trials and Tribulations of an Unconsenting Time-Traveller

Status: Completed Pairing: OC x Mitsuhide (chosen through voting) Bitter-Sweet Ending Premise: I sent my OC to Sengoku. Help me decide where will this story lead! Content Warnings: fire, near death experience, pain, being physically restrained, blood (cat claws), food, war, injury, anxiety, background character death,

OC Chart: Maria Świętochowska 

Chapter I - Pleasant beginnings to a fatal end Chapter II - The first step is the hardest  Chapter III - As you to somebody, likewise to you Chapter IV - The evil does not sleep Chapter V - Good Beginning is Half the Work Done Chapter VI - Search and You Will Find Chapter VII - You know no more than you were tested Chapter VIII - You can count, count on yourself Chapter IX - And the king will be eaten by worms Chapter X - Hold your tongue behind your teeth Chapter XI- Those who scuffle like each other I. Chapter XII - Those who scuffle like each other II Chapter XIII - The old [wise] woman has forseen either  Chapter XIV - The less you know, the better you sleep Chapter XV - A lie has short legs Chapter XVI - Those who sow wind, reap the storms Chapter XVII - The deeper into the forest, the more trees Chapter XVIII - Outside of heart, outside of sight Chapter XIX - [To throw] Beans against the wall Chapter XX - (…) Chapter XXI - The End

[unbury-the-gays]

Rendezvous in the woods a summary:

Adrien, about killing a bunch of scoia'tael together: It was pretty romantic.

Kiyan: You know who the only people who would think that are?

Adrien: Who?

Kiyan: Us.

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[sunmmon8689]

WHAT SHOULD WE HAVE BEFORE PRACTICING MEDITATION.

THE FIRST IS A DETERMINATION TO KEEP THE MIND PURE AND SERENE. Many people develop and interest in meditation when they hear a story about a meditation master who attained enlightenment, a passage of a sutra from Buddha’s teachings on meditation, or a meditation method to purify the mind. It’s just an interest in meditation, not the determination to keep our minds pure and free from unwanted thoughts.

THE SECOND IS KNOWLEDGE OF THE LAW OF CAUSE AND EFFECT. Karma is a science that is many times higher than the doctoral level. The Karma Law is not as simple as good thing come to good ones or sow the wind and reap the storm. Understanding the Law of Cause and Effect in such a way is at the very first step. The Law of Cause and Effect is so strange and sophisticated we can’t tell all about it.

Understanding the Law of Cause and Effect, we understand our lives and others’ lives, and importantly, we understand our own minds. We will understand why we can or cannot put our minds in a serene state, and then adjust our practice in accordance with the Law of Cause and Effect.

THIRD, WE MUST HAVE KNOWLEDGE OF PSYCHOLOGY.

Meditation is to tame and control the mind, so we have to understand our minds profoundly. The human mind system is complex, closely related to and strongly influenced by each person’s karma. Because Western psychology has not studied the Law of Cause and Effect, it cannot explain all about our minds. Once, we talked to a woman with a Ph.D. in psychology, and she said, “I have studied Western psychology for a lifetime, taught it for a lifetime, but I can’t find a way out”. Buddhism can explain everything about psychology because it is based on the Law of Cause and Effect.

Practicing meditation, we have to understand all the principles and activities of our minds.

FOURTH, WE MUST HAVE KNOWLEDGE OF MEDICINE, BOTH MODERN AND TRADITIONAL.

Because purity of mind is related to the brain; The brain is related to the whole body (including hormones, blood, liver, intestines, lungs, etc.), so one must have knowledge of medicine, not just modern medicine. Our traditional medicine is very special. Traditional medicine has unique concepts, such as acupuncture points. We didn’t find anything special at the acupuncture points, but inserting needles into them can cure the disease. This is a mystery and pride of traditional medicine.

FIFTH, WE NEED KNOWLEDGE OF THE PHYSIOLOGY AND PSYCHOLOGY OF THE BRAIN. Each region of the brain is responsible for a specific function. Sometimes that our minds often get disturbed is caused by a glitch in the brain, and if we know how to solve it, we can recover well.

Collected.

#meditation#practicingmeditation#morality

[secreteaglegarden]

Bless the broken road

In James, it says "Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters, whenever you face trials of many kinds because you know that the testing of your faith produces perseverance. Let perseverance finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything.  If any of you lacks wisdom, you should ask God, who gives generously to all without finding fault, and it will be given to you.  But when you ask, you must believe and not doubt, because the one who doubts is like a wave of the sea, blown and tossed by the wind. That person should not expect to receive anything from the Lord. Such a person is double-minded and unstable in all they do." Before my senior year of high school, I did not see the beauty in God's trials and plans over my life. I trusted God as long as I also got to have a say in things in my life but when my mom got cancer all of that changed. Cancer is one of those things you have no control over. It's like watching a car accident you know it's happening but there is nothing you can do to stop it. Being an independent "I can do it all by myself person" cancer is the last thing I wanted in my life. Seeing someone suffer but you have no control over it makes you realize you really have no control over your own life. Satan makes us think that we do but it is all an allusion. You can not change the outcomes of tomorrow. But in the middle of my storm, I surrendered and gave it to God. I trusted him and was okay with what happened no matter the outcome because I knew that God had my mom's best interest at heart.

When you learn to surrender more you feel a new kind of freedom come over you. You don't worry about today or tomorrow you can just live in the moment and see the bright side of things and it is beautiful.

Matthew 6:25-27 “Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life?

[mvtterseelenallein]

If I sow a wind now I will reap a storm You saw me sliding away from the sun And tomorrow Who will come And put their hand over mine Mine with the burning shape of a gun

[awutar]

Putin warns the West: "He who sows wind reaps storms"

Putin warns the West: “He who sows wind reaps storms”

The Russian leader has declared that the West is playing a “bloody, dangerous and dirty game”, while international law was replaced by some rules. During his speech at the plenary session of the Valdai International Discussion Forum, Russian President Vladimir Putin declared that in today’s world it will not be possible to stand aside. “He who sows the wind, as they say, will reap a storm. The…

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[advena87]

Cześć! Chciałam Ci powiedzieć, że jestem absolutnie zakochana i oczarowana twoim opowiadaniem o Lambercie/Metz/Aiden. Będę czekać do starości żeby tylko przeczytać to do końca. Płynny język, manewrowanie emocjami, potencjałem postaci które zresztą są moimi ukochanymi, no po prostu brakuje mi słów. W ogóle jaki pomysł, nie wiem co powiedzieć. Bardzo żałuję, że tylko 4 rozdziały są. Aż mam takie miłe w brzuchu uczucie, naprawdę nie trafiłam na nic lepszego. Rewelacja! Będę czekać ile trzeba, wierzę że jeszcze będzie. Szczerze podczas czytania umiałam wyobrazić sobie postacie, ton głosu, miejsca jak wyglądają, chyba trochę porysuję ilustracji 😂😁

Może się za mocno podjaralam, może nie, ale od randomowej fanki prośba- nie przestawaj pisać ❤️

Pozdrawiam i czekam bardzo!

Zuzia

Och cześć! Bardzo dziękuję za miłe słowa i totalnie coś narysuj! W sensie, bez presji, ale właśnie to uwielbiam w fandomie, kiedy twórcy napędzają siebie wzajemnie, to jedna z najlepszych rzeczy! I będzie mi mega miło jeśli to właśnie moje pisanie pchnie Cię do działania.

Co do Grandy to nie tak, że ta historia umarła. Mam wiele plików z zarysem fabuły i poszczególnych wątków, robocze dialogi i sceny, i czasem, kiedy prokrastynuję nad obecnym projektem to tam zaglądam i coś zmieniam lub dopisuję. Po prostu obecnie to Kiyan jest moim głównym punktem skupienia i mam tyle pomysłów i tekstów w kolejce do napisania, że muszę wybierać rozważnie ze względu na brak czasu.

Poza tym lambert, Aiden i Keira powoli przechodzą do popularniejszych shipów, jest coraz więcej prac z nimi związanych, a ja mam to skrzywienie, że lubię wynaleźć sobie jakiś mało popularny ship, który na złość publice próbuję wypchnąć na wody popularności. Tak więc stąd to moje zaangażowanie w Kiyana i Adriena, oraz to, że cholernie mi w grze brakowało fabularnego uzupełnienia tego questa - te wszystkie wydarzenia w notatkach - ja chciałam brać w tym udział, a nie czytać o tym z notek. Znalazło się kilka osób, które podzielały moją opinię i tak właśnie Granda zeszła na dalszy plan i zaczęłam pisać kolejnego monstrualnego fica (ja po prostu nie umiem pisać krótkich rzeczy).

Ok, bo zaczynam paplać. Tak czy inaczej jeszcze raz dziękuję, to mega miłe i naprawdę motywujące, że jest jeszcze ktoś kogo ta historia w ogóle obchodzi. I kiedyś na pewno do niej wrócę, bo też kocham te postaci. Jeśli coś narysujesz to daj koniecznie znać! <3

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