#wiriter

We are not sick, but we are longing . . .

"... yüzünü buruşturdu. sağdı daha, herşey elindeydi ipi boynundan çıkarabilir, bir süre daha bekleyebilir, kaçabilir, karakola gidebilir, konağı yakabilirdi. dayanılacak gibi değildi bu özgürlük. ayaklarıyla masayı itip aşağıya yuvarladı; bir boşluğa düşerken durdu. gözleri, ağzı açık, bacakları gerilerek, çırpınarak sallanırken kollarını kaldırıp başının üstünden ipi tutmaya uğraştı. (ne oldu? yapmayı unuttuğu birşeyi mi anımsadı birden? ya da yeryüzünde tek gerçek değerin kendisine verilmiş bu olağanüstü yaşam armağanını korumak, herşeye karşın sağ kalmak, direnmek olduğunu mu anladı giderayak? yoksa bilinçsiz canlı etin ölüme kendiliğinden bir tepkisi miydi bu?) ..."

best part about travel on planes and trains for me is i love writing on them. just sitting in my chair for a few hours is one of the best writing conditions (for me) as long as i have music

its perfect since i get to enjoy my vacations and my hobbies

will take this time to write the catrat fic and maybe some oneshots

Bonaventure Soh Bejeng Ndikung- Picture by Alexander Steffens

BNHA/Haikyuu Crossover

A very long time ago, during the first appearance of quirks, spirits the color of marigolds also came to light, seemingly normal, that is until quirks started becoming the norm. They started to display powers of their own, making humans go from wary around them, to frightened of them.

They roamed around the Earth, forced to hide themselves in fear of being killed or experimented on. Until a man by the name of Gene North began to see them, to understand them, and interact with them. He was my great-great-great grandfather and he founded the Celestial Protection Operations (CPO). Then my great-great grandfather, Ernie, saw them, and joined the CPO as the top agent, considering him and Gene were the only ones who could interact with them.

Each and every generation had a Celestial Protector, until the last generation, the one with my dad. Quinn North, the only one of the North men who couldn’t see them. Then, he had me. Madaline North. He told me that when I was born, I reached out to something that wasn’t there, until my grandpa gasped when he walked in the room, staring at the exact same thing I was reaching out for. I was the first of my family to see them immediately and be a girl.

I grew up with the spirits and I’ll be damned if they don’t become what they should be. They will be seen as the heroes they are, not monsters.

This story will have photos and 18+ themes, so tread lightly. I will have warnings in just in case, and if I miss anything, don’t be afraid to tell me, I am very open to suggestions and constructive criticism. Thank you for your time, guys. I love you so much!