First I wanna start with sorry to anyone that reads my fics I'm currently having severe writers block and currently just taking time to remove that so I can freely write more.
So if you have anything you want me to write, you're welcome to leave requests :-)
Now
A little about me, I absolutely love to draw, paint, and write basically anything art related.
Today, I tried a style I've never done before, and that was "painting" with bleach.
Now this isn't finished. I have to continue the wings in the morning.
What are people's thoughts? I love getting feedback and ways to get better at what I love.
Yes, I did use a reference picture, but I have never traced. And even if I thought tracing was good for this, I wouldn't want to ruin anything with bleach.
So this is entirely free hand, with so many mistakes that I hope they aren't that noticeable to another party.
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The sound of waves lapping gently against the shore echoed in the distance as the sun bathed the world in a golden glow. The large house by the water, once a sanctuary in a world of chaos, was now filled with the warmth of a family’s love and the echoes of laughter. Six years had passed since the end of the games, a time of darkness that seemed like a distant memory now.
In the living room, the air was filled with joy as Finnick chased his son, Atlantis, around the room. The boy's small legs moved as fast as they could, his laughter ringing through the house. His bright eyes sparkled with the thrill of the chase, and Finnick’s heart swelled with love as he pretended to struggle to catch him.
Y/N stood in the archway, her two-year-old daughter, Clarity, nestled in her arms. A soft smile graced her lips as she watched her two boys play. She looked down at Clarity, who was watching the scene with wide eyes. “Aren’t they just being silly?” Y/N giggled, brushing a strand of hair from her daughter's face.
Clarity let out a small, delighted squeal, her tiny hands clapping together. The sound caught Atlantis’s attention, and he changed direction, running straight for his mother. “Mamma!” he giggled, his little feet pounding against the wooden floor as he made his way to her.
Y/N knelt down, wrapping one arm around Atlantis as he reached her, pulling both of her children close. Finnick came up behind them, placing a gentle hand on Y/N’s shoulder. He leaned down, pressing a kiss to the top of her head, his heart overflowing with gratitude for the life they had built together.
“You know,” Finnick said softly, his voice filled with emotion, “everything I did… everything I went through, was to get to you. To get to this.” His words were a quiet echo of those of his father to his mother, they hold a love that had once resonated with him in a different time—a time when he had fought not just for his own survival, but for the hope of a future filled with love.
Y/N looked up at him, her eyes shining with unshed tears. “I know,” she whispered. “And I’m so glad you did.”
The world outside may have been unpredictable, but within these walls, they had found their sanctuary. They had found peace. And as the laughter of their children filled the room, it was clear that every struggle, every hardship, had led them to this moment—a moment where love was the only thing that mattered.
In that small house by the water, the past was just a memory, and the future was a bright, beautiful canvas waiting to be filled with the colors of their love. Together, they had overcome the darkness, and together, they would continue to build a life full of light, laughter, and endless love.
This was the future they had both wished for and now they have it and can't wait to see where it takes them.
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Also this is my first post here so let me know how I did and if there is anything I could do better.
10k lingered by the door for a moment, taking in the simple beauty of the scene. The apartment was small, the paint peeling off the walls and the old, warped floorboards creaking under his weight, but it was clean and it felt like home.But in that moment, the chaos of the world outside felt distant, as if they’d carved out this little piece of heaven amidst the nightmare.
"Hello Tommy" the sweet voice coming from the woman standing before him.
"She loves her baths, doesn’t she?" he said softly, as he bent down closer to their daughter.
Emma chuckled, her hands gently rinsing off their daughter’s tiny arms. "She’s a water baby, for sure. Just like her dad. You should’ve seen her earlier, Tommy. She was splashing like crazy."
Tommy smiled, reaching a finger out to tickle his daughter's little belly. The baby giggled, her eyes sparkling with curiosity and recognition as she splashed the water. "You’re getting us all wet, little one," he said, his voice filled with warmth.
Emma laughed, flicking a bit of water his way. "Oh, like you mind. I swear, you two are like peas in a pod."
He laughed too, wiping the droplets from his face before resting a hand on Emma’s shoulder. "I think she gets the splashing from you. You used to jump in puddles whenever you could."
Emma shrugged playfully. "What can I say? We’ve got to find joy where we can. Even now." She glanced at him, her eyes softening. "Speaking of joy, how was the run? Everyone make it back alright?"
Tommy nodded. "Yeah, Addy and Doc are just settling in their room, and Warren’s doing another sweep with Murphy. Everything’s clear, for now."
"For now," Emma echoed quietly, her gaze flicking toward the window, where the dark, decayed city loomed beyond. But then she smiled, shaking off the heaviness of the thought. "At least we have this. For as long as we can."
He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to the side of her head again. "We’ll keep making it work. For her." His eyes drifted back to their daughter, who was babbling happily, her little fingers reaching up to grasp at the air.
Emma turned off the faucet, her hands gently cupping their daughter to lift her out of the water. "Here, can you grab the towel?" she asked, and Tommy was quick to pick up the small, frayed towel from the counter, wrapping it snugly around their little girl. The baby cooed, nuzzling into the warmth, her tiny fists grabbing onto the fabric.
Tommy held her close, his heart swelling with that protective, fierce love he felt every time he looked at her. "She’s getting so big, Em. I almost can’t believe it."
"I know," Emma whispered, drying off their daughter’s soft hair. "She’s our miracle, Tommy. In all of this…" Her voice wavered slightly, but she quickly smiled again, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "She’s our reason to keep fighting."
He nodded, leaning in to press his forehead against hers. "Yeah, she is. And you’re mine too, Emma."
For a moment, they stood there, heads resting together, with the sound of their baby’s quiet coos between them. It wasn’t much, but in this broken world, it was everything.
"Come on, let’s get her dressed and fed," Emma said after a moment, pulling back slightly. "Before she decides to go on another splashing spree."
Tommy chuckled, still holding their daughter gently as he handed Emma the tiny onesie they'd scavenged from an old store weeks ago. It was faded, but still soft and warm.
As they dressed her, Emma kept glancing up at him, smiling each time she caught his eye. "I missed you today," she said softly, her hand brushing against his.
"I missed you too," Tommy replied, his voice low and sincere. "I always do."
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As they finished dressing their daughter, Tommy suddenly remembered something he'd been hiding in his jacket pocket. He shifted slightly, a small grin tugging at his lips. "Hey, I’ve got something for her. Picked it up on the run today."
Emma raised an eyebrow, curious. "Oh? What did you find this time?"
With a bit of dramatic flair, Tommy pulled a small, faded yellow rubber duck from his pocket. The paint was chipped in places, but it still had its distinctive squeaky beak. "Ta-da!"
Emma gasped softly, her face lighting up. "Tommy! Where did you find that?"
"Old toy shop we passed through. Thought she might like it," he said, holding it out to their daughter, who immediately reached for it with wide, eager eyes. He gave it a gentle squeeze, and it let out a faint squeak.
Their daughter’s reaction was instant—she giggled loudly, clapping her tiny hands together in excitement. Her little fingers clutched at the duck, fascinated by its texture, and she brought it to her mouth, examining it like it was the greatest treasure in the world.
Emma laughed, shaking her head in disbelief. "I can’t believe you found a rubber duck in all this mess."
Tommy shrugged, smiling as he watched their daughter’s joy. "Had to give her something to make bathtime even more fun, right? Plus, look at that smile. Totally worth it."
Emma leaned into him, resting her head against his shoulder as they both watched their daughter squeak and gnaw at the duck. "You’re a pretty great dad, you know that?"
Tommy glanced at her, his heart swelling at her words. "I’m just doing my best. For her. For us."
"You’re doing more than that," Emma whispered, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek. "You’re keeping us safe. And happy."
He smiled, his arm wrapping around her as they stood together, their daughter’s laughter filling the small apartment. For that brief moment, the world outside didn’t matter. The Z’s, the constant threat—they all faded away. It was just the three of them, and a rubber duck squeaking in the soft glow of their makeshift home.
"Yeah," Tommy whispered, his voice full of love. "We’re gonna be okay."
Someone had recently brought it to my attention that I was writing actual details of the reader in my Randall Kirkland x Fem!Smile monster!reader fic, like "Brown hair" and "Blue eyes." I wanted to say sorry, I literally had no idea I was doing that. Once I start writing, I go on auto pilot, and I have summed this mistake to me accidentally writing in the characteristics I have for an actual fanfic I'm writing for my wattpad, and I apologise. That person was, and I put this lightly, not impressed :| which is understandable.
But I draw the line of being accused for something I didn't do.
They have even gone as far to accusing me of using Ai because I made a simple mistake that I didn't even realise but owned up to because it was indeed a mistake, and I just wanted to clear it up and say that I do NOT use Ai. I am against that, and I put a lot of effort into what I write as I'm seriously committed to putting out the best work I can as writing is a big part of who I am. I have always done it, and I don't appreciate being accused of using Ai. I'm a person who loves what I do, and it's disappointing that Ai has become so used in ways like that, that people who put genuine time and effort into their work just to be accused of using ai.
I'm a human who makes human mistakes, and so do many other people. So please don't jump on people for making a mistake and accuse them of using Ai for a mistake in writing. If anything, mistakes make it even more human but also human to own up to mistakes.
So I will be going back through my last 2 posts of my Randall kirkland fic to fix said mistakes and add a note in my documents and my note book to check for these mistakes before I post the next part.
