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[thatnonbinarycupoftea]

Hi Everyone!

I’ve had this idea bouncing around my head for awhile now, and think I might finally do it. So, I want to write a kind of diary style book about humans are weird (from the perspective of an alien). I don’t know if I would publish it, and probably not anytime soon if I do, but maybe just post online. But anyways, does anyone have any suggestions/idea of specific things/topic I could put in it? Also any tips from writes welcome

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[serathepen]

What if?

What would we think if we learned Jupiter is a wine aunt with lots and lots of pets? Or that Mars isn't some figure of a war god but a wise old man? That Saturn is nothing more than a beautiful beautiful ballerina, and that Uranus and Neptune are twins that are opposite of each other? What would we think if we knew that the planet we exclude is just a little kid who needs love and affection but that other planets can't reach to it? What would we think if we heard the sun, the beauty of all who made our earth forever attached to it made Mercury blind with the same beauty? But that she is just a young girl who's tired of giving energy without taking any for herself, and that she just wants to take a break, what would we feel? Would we help her? When we hear about the loneliness of the moon who's admiring her so hard he reflects every sparkle that she makes, would we help him? The answer is no, no we wouldn't. Just like how we ignore every whip of fire she sends to space to find a new sparkle, a new source of energy to replace her, we would ignore this as well. But he wouldn't. He would do anything and everything for her. Just a satellite or not, he would do anything to give her even the tiniest bit of freedom. And he will…

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Thank you for reading my brainrot about the planets! I'm currently writing this, so if you like it please let me know! Have a great day and don't forget to drink water:)

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[anticoquette]

I miss we heart it :(

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[elementsofemily1193]

Hello Tumblr! Chapter 20 of my Chenford Little Mermaid story is up on Ao3!!! So excited for you all to keep reading this! Please leave a like and comment on the site if you enjoy!

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[idungoofed]

Mando Comes To Earth

Part 1

So I actually posted this about a month ago, but then deleted as it just felt so BORING. Apparently I have issues with needing to set the scene to the last detail, but this time I cut A LOT, and I think it’s better now. I hope anyway, let me know if you fancy? Im still getting the feel after not writing for so long, so might be a bit flat in some parts. It’s still a long one, a bit slow to start but it’s kinda just the set up for what’s next.

This is part one and me being super self indulgent, the character is based on me such as the introverted, arty thing - and if I was single I’d be wanting that wisteria covered cottage too! No name though, and I think the only description is eye colour? So hopefully it’s easy to immerse into!

*Edited a while after posting, as some things didn’t seem to fit any more/ wasn’t true to what I feel Mandos character is, and because I can hurhurhur, no major changes tho!

Enjoy, I’m off to write and re write part two, byeeeee!

Warnings: None? Like one swear word? Does that need a warning? No smut here… YET! So minors go away please!

Word count: 2,794

Prologue - Mando

The Razor Crest shudders around the Mandalorian and his small passenger. Lights flash as he flips switches to come out of hyperdrive, glinting red off of his shiny beskar armour. It wasn’t ideal using hyperdrive to lose the Imps after the damage they had dealt to the Crest during the chase, but needs must and it meant they had now lost their pursuers.

Working the controls and regaining control of the ship the Mandalorian eased off the thrusters putting it into a slow a drift. Peering out the front viewport, only the distant stars filled his vision. He turned to consult his nav system which confirmed his thoughts: never had he traveled this part of space.

“What do you think kid, any galaxies around here with a planet to lay low on for a few weeks?”

The green baby in the co-pilot seat cooed at the masked man, clutching a small silver sphere.

“Let’s see then.”

Zooming the nav out, the Mandalorian could see a small galaxy less than two days travel from their location; one star, eight planets but only one that’s inhabitable.

Turning his visor to look at the child, “Guess our decisions made for us.”

He swings back round to face the controls he set the coordinates on the nav and locked on to the small planet labeled “Earth”.

You

You dip and clean your paint brush for the last time that day as the sun began to dip behind the forest line at the back of your garden, causing long shadows to creep into your studio window.

A year ago you’d moved away from the monotonous hustle of London. With the constant pressures of adulthood; mainly being your parents wondering when you’d “meet a nice man” and “settle down”, and your friends being busy with their new young families and careers, this move was your escape from societies expectations.

Needing a change of scenery you chose the New Forest in Hampshire, one of Britains largest pieces of woodland and where you’d spent many childhood summers. With your savings you bought a small white cottage covered in wisteria, which backed onto the forest itself; with an out building big enough for a artist studio. All located down a half mile long track, and 5 miles from the nearest tourist trap village where you sold your art at the weekly market for a living.

Back in the present, you closed up the studio and make your way across the garden breathing in the summer air. The only sound made by a light breeze knocking the back garden gate on the post that led into the surrounding forest.

That evening, as you finished an alfresco dinner on your patio you gazed at the sky. The moon was full tonight, and the stars here were breath-taking, nothing you could ever compare to the dim pricks of light in the smog filled London sky.

A low drone fills the quiet, similar to that of a plane. It approaches closer, and the roar of engines passes overhead, but in the faded light you only glimpse a silhouette. It looked bulky and wingless, not what you were expecting. As you watch it pass over the trees at the end of your garden, you see it pivot in the air, still maintaining its original direction, moving further into the forest and begin its decent into what you imagine was the small clearing you’d discovered while walking through the trees when you’d first arrived here. Before you lose sight of it fully you can just make out a faint glow of engines perched either side of its body.

“What the..?”, you say to yourself, standing, not quite believing what you just witnessed. Taking small steps in the direction of where it landed you contemplate what you just saw. That did not look like anything you’d ever seen before.

I could go have a look, you thought. Although the forest was now dark, you knew it well enough, the clearing was only a 10 minute straight line from the back gate by foot. You would go take a quick peep from the trees and leave, no one would even know you were there. And anyway you had a right to know what’s just landed so close to your isolated home!

Mind set, you head inside to collect your trainers and grab a torch, and into the balmy night air through the back door, down the garden and into the dark forest.

Mando

As the Mandalorian guided the Razor Crest towards the planets atmosphere he made out a number of land masses made up from mixture of greens and browns, each one surrounded by the deep blue of an ocean, clouds being the only disruption to the view. He headed towards the side of the planet not yet hit by the sun and pushed through into the atmosphere. He kept high in the sky, and was dazzled by the twinkle and glow of lights that defined the coasts of each land mass.

He set his sights on a comparatively small island, sat between an expanse of ocean and giant stretch of land, and began heading towards the south of it to a large breadth of dark forest.

As he left the twinkling lights behind he swooped down low enough to be able to scan the ground for an opening between the tall trees to land, thankful of the full moons glow giving just enough light to differentiate between tree tops and flat ground.

There.

A break in the trees showed a small clearing just big enough for him to land the Crest. He pivoted the ship so he was facing the way he came, catching sight of a small white building as he dipped below the tree line.

Maybe not completely isolated, but then we’ll need supplies before we set off again.

The building was lost behind the trees as he begun the landing sequence.

You

You’re getting closer to the clearing now. Staring straight ahead, expecting the forest to break any minute, consequently not noticing the tree root about to trip you. The torch goes flying as you flail your arms, smashing as it hits a tree stump, plunging you into darkness. You smack into the hard ground; your hands taking the brunt of the fall.

Groaning you sit up on your knees, and bring your stinging hands to your chest.

Not being able to see, you tried to assess the damage by tenderly moving your hands and feel the stickiness of blood.

You start to stand when suddenly bright white lights blink on five yards ahead of you, revealing the grassy clearing.

Scrambling for cover you duck behind the nearest tree.

“Holy fuck”, you mutter, eyes bugging as you take in the huge piece of metal. It has two giant engines with a sleek silver body nestled between, the night sky reflecting on the windscreen.

Words like space ship and aliens flash though your mind.

The pain in your hands forgotten you edge closer, being careful to stay behind the trees. A hiss emits from the ship and metal groans as a ramp at the back starts the lower. You dash to your right, staying under the tree cover to get a better view of the opening. Light begins to pour out and you hear the clinking of boots on metal.

Your legs are locked in place as you watch the figure decend. They reach the bottom of the ramp and you see the glint of a helmet as they observe their surroundings. The sight of the human form exiting such a vehicle was unexpected; you release the breath you hadn’t realised you were holding and take a step back, breaking a stick with a sharp crack.

You freeze, taking your eyes off the figure for only a second to glare at the offending branch. When you look back up the clearing is void of life again. Although before you can turn and run two strong arms roughly wrap around you, locking your arms against your sides.

“Who are you?!” A deep voice exclaims behind you.

Ignoring the question you struggle against them, “Let go of me!” you scream delivering a well aimed stomp on their foot.

They let out a grunt and spin you around, keeping your arms pinned, but you swiftly bring you knee up into their groin, causing another grunt, this one filled with a bit more pain. The grip on you loosens and you attempt to slip from their grasp but they grab your wrist, pulling you to the ground they pin you again, legs squashed under their weight and arms held either side of your head.

“Please don’t hurt me!” You plead, a sob building in your throat.

“I don’t want to! Just stop struggling, why were you spying on us?!” The voice modulated by the helmet.

The words managed to sink in and you stop struggling for a moment, staring at the T-shaped visor filling your vision. “I’m /not/ spying! My names Y/N, I live on the other side of these trees, and wanted to know who or what just landed in my back yard!” You shout indignantly.

He didn’t answer, instead assessing if you were telling the truth. Seemingly coming to a decision, he loosened his grip on your wrists.

“You live in the house I flew over.”

It’s not a question but you nod, words failing you anyway.

The visor tilted as he looked at your hands above you.

“You’re hurt.” Voice softening and letting go of your wrists. “I can fix them up.”

Not giving you time to reply he stands up, pulling you by the wrists to your feet and abruptly turns to walk into the clearing.

“Wait!” You call, “What’s your name? Why are you here?!”

He stops before the tree line and lets out a sigh, “Call me Mando, and I’ll explain while I fix your hands up, okay?”

Watching him ahead of you, you take in his appearance. He was tall, covered head to toe in shiny metal armour over a brown flight suit. A soft grey cape that had seen better days hung from his broad shoulders, swaying as he walked.

Your mind spins with the sudden events, feeling like you’re in some sort of strange dream as you trail behind

Mando

Leaving you at the bottom of the ramp, Mando heads back into the ship. He checks on the sleeping Grogu in his cot, but mostly takes the time to collect his thoughts.

Of course he knew this planet wasn’t uninhabited, but he didn’t expect to meet someone so soon. Especially a human woman, one that as soon as he spun them to face him made his breath catch in his throat- and not just because of where you managed to hit him.

As Mando walked towards the Crest, hereplayed the moment. Your shocked, wide eyes turning accusing when you locked them with his visor, and small smirk hitching your mouth as you brought your knee up. Even through the pain you caused him he could only think one word: Beautiful.

You

Mando sat next to you on the ramp, opened the med kit and took out various items to clean and dress your wounds, and then held his hands out for yours.

You felt shy and started to protest, “They’re not that bad, you don’t have to-“

“I’ve seen smaller cuts get bad infections.” He said pointedly, still waiting for your hands.

You give in, gingerly holding them out, palms up.

Mando takes the left to start cleaning with some kind of antiseptic. Through the sting you register his bare hands, no longer clad in leather gloves. His skin a golden brown, with a smattering of dark hairs. His touch is gentle, and he mutters apologies when you flinch at the pain.

Mando finished the dressing, and whatever ointment he’d used was already working wonders.

You watch him replace his gloves, waiting for him to tell you about himself like he’d promised. However, when he began packing away the med kit you knew you would have to take the initiative, and there was one question you needed confirming.

“So… Mando, you’re a human from outer space?” Your face heated at the last two words, you felt disconnect from them like listening a child acting out an imaginary world.

You started to think he wouldn’t reply when you hear him slowly release a breath, “Yes, I am human, I was orphaned as a child and was saved by the Mandalorian’s and made a foundling…”

You listened intently as he explained who he is and how he came to be here. Mando didn’t seem to be bothered by your relentless questions about his creed, the planets he spoke of, and The Empire. You could tell he was leaving parts out, but you didn’t mind- it was a lot to take in.

“And this child you speak of, he’s on the ship now?” You ask, wondering how you hasn’t seen or heard a kid yet.

Before Mando can reply a soft babies coo sounds behind you, and you whip your head in its direction.

When Mando said “child” you simply imagined another human. So when you set eyes on the small green baby with large black eyes, small nose and long pointed ears you could only gape at it.

“I thought I told you to stay in the ship.” Mando says without turning.

The child toddles over to the armour covered warrior and clutches at what you now knew as his ‘Beskar’. He turned to you, and with the initial shock fading you found yourself thinking just how cute this little one was.

“This is Grogu, Grogu this is Y/N.” Mando introduced, and the child let out a soft “patuu” sound as if to greet you.

You smile at him, he looked like one of the fantasy creatures from your childhood fairy tales, which made you instantly warm to him.

“So you’re the reason why a space ship has landed behind my house! Well I suppose you can both stay…” you say grinning at Grogu and feigning having to think about it. “…as long as there’s no trouble!” You say, winking at the child.

“Thank you, it should only be two weeks- three at the most. That should be enough to shake the Imps off our trail. I need to fix the ship up enough to get us out of here and back into our star system, and we’ll need food supplies while we’re here and journey back.”

“That settled it then! I’m no mechanic, but I can help bring anything you need.” You say, standing and looking at your wrist watch. You had to do a rouble take at the time, you’d been in the clearing for close to three hours now and it was past midnight. The realisation made you yawn.

“I should get back, but you know where I am if you need me…”

“Wait here.” Mando says abruptly and walks into the ship. He returns a minute later to you and Grogu giggling at each other causing him to smile beneath his helmet.

He holds out a torch to you, “Take this, I think I saw what’s left of yours in the tree line. You can bring it back tomorrow.”

Your fingers brush with his leather gloves as Mando hands it over, a little zing going through you.

Smiling at the invite, and glad you didn’t have to make an excuse to come back yourself, you wave goodbye to Mando and Grogu and head back into the forest towards your home.

Mando

He watched you leave, the torch light growing dimmer as you weaved through the trees.

His mind kept jumping to the image of your face lighting up when you thought of another question for him. The way your eyebrows crinkled together and you worried your lip with your teeth when he described the Empire, who were now reforming and after Grogu.

It was obvious to Mando that you’d never met any off-worlders before, and he was impressed by you simply accepting the fact. He’d left some details out; like that of Grogu’s powers and his job as a bounty hunter, not wanting to scare you off. Although he would tell you soon, was sure there would be time.

When your torch light had finally been swallowed by the darkness he turned, scooping up Grogu and headed inside.

END OF PART ONE

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[willowfrompluto]

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[driedrosespoetry]

If forever was spent in your arms, forever wouldn't be enough. Not enough to heal all my wounds, not enough to pour all my love to you.

— elvy

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[midnat-journey]

Strings of Fate - a WIP introduction

title: Strings of Fate (working title!)

genre: crime, mystery, detective fiction, noir

setting: mid-1900's America

status: early planning stages

themes|tropes: defective detective, forbidden love, haunted by the past, lgbt, (to be expanded)

content warnings: homophobia, gambling, slight sexual content, (to be expanded)

It's the year 1957 and Yunho Jung, a seasoned detective of the New Orleans police station, gets assigned a new murder case: a sex worker, Cecilia de Villiers, gets strangled with a red violin string and left to be discovered by a seemingly innocent bystander. Believing to have caught the perpetuator, Yunho sets the case to rest when another victim is found, killed by the same method. Soon the media gets hold of the story and pressure rises as Yunho tries to uncover the identity of the true killer, finding himself in a rush against time.

As if that wasn't enough, he finds himself haunted by memories of the past: of his former partner, who died under mysterious circumstances years ago. Despite the case of his partner's death having been laid aside and written off as an "unsolved mystery", Yunho soon realises that there might be more to this current murder case, a gruesome connection to the death of the man who happened to be much more to Yunho than a simple co-worker...

other: Playlist

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[lilmissyandere]

**~Misc. Yandere Drabble~**

You couldn't calm your breathing as you hide, his footsteps echoing in a threatening manner down the hall. You know it was only a matter of time before he found your hiding spot, the panicked breaths filling the small closet you hid inside.

"Come out come out my little sparrow~ ik you're in here, don't make this harder than it has to be~" His voice was intoxicating with a hint of insanity.

Hearing the voice of the man you love twinged with dark undertones had your heart fluttering dangerously fast. His steps drew ever closer to the closet you were concealed in, the scarping sound of metal along the floorboards sensing chills down your spine. How could this had happened... He was always so loving and kind to you but it's like something suddenly snapped within him, the kindness you loved in his eyes replaced with a smoldering darkness threatening to become a blazing inferno of insanity. If only your classmate hadn't asked you out infront of him, if they had simply waited until you were alone perhaps they'd still be alive and you wouldn't be hiding in fear.

As your thoughts ran wild with the many possible outcomes the door concealing you was thrown open with enough force it broke the hinge.

"There you are little sparrow," he smiled lovingly at you, the blood splatters still covering his visage, "I was worried something happened to you..."

Trembling as you looked up at him, tears brimming in your eyes as realization clouded your mind.

"Don't worry, you'll be fine once we get home," leaning down and pulling you into his arms, "but I'm sorry... I'll have to punish you for running away from me, I hope you'll learn your lesson sparrow..."

Defeated and worn out all you could muster was a faint whimper of protest as he carried you down the hall.

"Everything will be just as it should be..."

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[blu-s0da79]

I wanna start writing five but I have no idea where to start can some writers help out a baby writer like me 🥺🙏

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[usernamenotunlocked]

Does anyone else specifically write xreaders because they’re too lazy to create an actual character? Or is it just me?

Like, I can picture exactly what I want them to look like in my head but the idea that I have to come up with a NAME and a BACKSTORY??? Unacceptable.

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[serathepen]

Heart for heart

Imagine that there's a belief that says the world is actually alive. Not the "Well nature IS alive so obviously it is alive" kind of alive, the "There are literal organs inside me" kind of alive. And so it has a heart a stomach even a contaminant-burning organ. So what about it you may ask, well as time passes the population grows, and so does our trash and waste, which creates more jobs for the organs. But don't they get any help? Why of course they do! It's believed that in the 'stomach' of the earth there lives Giants as beneficial bacterias. But as time passes they go low on population but the organs need more help as our population grows. Now, what could it be doing to Earth? Burnouts. Literally, the heart is dying and no one knows about it, except the protagonists. And what could they do about it? Well, they had some ideas, like replacing the heart with a giant's heart. But how will they get a giant to just give out one of their hearts? By begging? Crying?Threatening them? Seducing them? The answer is none of the above, just take the heart out and boom problem solved! or will it cause the earth to stop functioning and create a bigger problem? If it did cause a bigger problem then what will they do to replace the heart? Buy one? Make one? Find one?

Well, that's for you to find out and for me to write! Hope you liked the idea:D

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[wingofshadow]

I am so conflicted about posting my first fic on this blog. Like, I am a baby fic writer and this will be the first time I’ve ever posted a fic online for others to read and I’m terrified lol. Is this how you all feel all the time? 😭😅😓

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[radkatzzstuff]

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[raiinisblue]

Seasons

For the first time, seasons feel like they deserve their name.

Summer smells vibrant, clean yet pungent. there is a heaviness in the air, sweat drying tacky on skin and nights spent tossing and turning until the fabrics fly off the mattress, only to be picked up the morning after. the bed rarely gets made these days and the folds, twists and wrinkles of the dark cotton sheets leave little to the imagination as to what must've happened there mere hours earlier. marks on skin hard conceal with no choice but to go bare on days the sun is most unforgiving.

Fall brings with it the relaxing patter of rain hitting roofs, cats scurrying under cars when night falls while the white plastic valve of the radiator gets turned to on for the first time in what feels like half a life time. steam collects as condensation, rolling down the cool glass windows as the soup bubbles away on the stove top. rust coloured leaves become the slippery enemy of all beings hurrying down the side walks, were it not for a supporting hand hovering and steady footfalls setting a reassuring pace.

Winter makes a home in the bones, slowing the pace of day and lingering in the corners of the room. fuzzy socks adorn icicile feet, warm mugs filled with steaming liquid always in reach. the humming of the heater is constant, reminiscent of the buzzing of bees. longing for warmer times becomes a given and comforting words wrap around like a scarf woven from silk. touches easily given, returned ten fold. solace found in the familiar.

Spring makes it look so easy. speaking without ever saying anything. a resurrection of feelings laid temporarily dormant, blooming into energy running free under skin. laughter comes quicker, stays longer. where love slept peacefully, now a fresh and nearly overwhelming wave of infatuation takes hold of every waking hour. intimacy on display for all the waking spirits to see. there it is again, that feeling in the air. shorter shadows promising longer days. can you smell it yet?

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[driedrosespoetry]

I love you;

I love you:

I love you,

I love you.

For I don't know whom I'd love if I didn't love you.

Is that a sin? Is it a sin to love you in secrets of my mind? If I scream it out loud, would you hear me?

Is it a sin if I hope you'd hear my silent screams, see my mind's dreams, feel my heart's pouring streams?

If I scream my whispers out loud, would you hear?

If I scream it out loud, would the universe grant me my wish? I'm hoping, hoping...

Hoping the moon grants my wish,

hoping the moon would tell the stars

to rearrange and spell it out for you to see;

to see I'm not joking around, to see how much I'm afraid — how much there is to lose, if I whisper as much as a whisper.

— elvy

7.37 pm // 25th Jan 2023

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