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Jules of Nature
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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https://t.me/+r7iofaMC0PxmYzBi
earlier than here, my work can be seen in the telegram channel
there is also my reasoning and everyday life (in russian, I rarely use ukrainian or english)
I will be glad if you find it interesting 👉👈
https://archiveofourown.org/works/83851216
Sam tells himself it’s just about the sex. It’s the only logical explanation for why a sixteen-year-old would keep coming back to a man like Renton. It’s biology, it’s chemistry, it’s a temporary fix. Mark lets him believe the lie, watching from the window as Sam runs away every morning, only to wait for the inevitable sound of the key turning in the lock again.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/78912586
The emptiness of space stretches on, cold and infinite, but even here, proximity can speak louder than words.
"You are a storm, Anakin. And I am your anchor. Isn’t this what you want? Someone to hold you steady when you are ready to fly apart?"
In the quiet, blue-lit shadows of their shared cabin, the aftermath of a reckless mission boils over. Anakin is a whirlwind of frustration and unspent power; Obi-Wan is the immovable object that demands his surrender. To find his peace, the Chosen One must learn that true strength lies not in victory, but in letting go of the reins.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/80624151
is there a chance that The Poppy War fandom is still alive, and i can share my fanfic about Jiang Ziya and Yin Riga with it? i mean, i get it - it’s been a while since the hype was at its peak, but i can’t be the only one who still has this obsession, right? i have a story, and it’s kinda dark, toxic romance with all the power play and manipulation you’d expect from these two.
if anyone’s still out there vibing with Poppy War and its characters, hit me up! i’d love to know if there’s any interest in this kind of fic still floating around. or am i just shouting into the void here?
https://archiveofourown.org/works/63851041
emilie de arle | a plague tale: requiem
when i was her age… i could only wish for this kind of love.
sean × finn | life is strange 2
portia | the arcana
This palace has a lot of secrets... maybe you can help me find more.
julian | the arcana
death cast her gaze on this wretch and turned away.
valdemar | the arcana
what's a few more bleeding out a little early, in pursuit of a cure? necessary sacrifices.
v | devil may cry
nero | devil may cry
Asra, adressing Lucio: I can not formulate an expression using tangible words from any language that would even begin to express just how much you piss me off
andrew × neil | all for the game
garrett | thief
asra | the arcana
It was so hard, keeping secrets from you. I just wanted you to know.
