!𝕄𝔸ℕ𝔾𝔸 𝕊ℙ𝕆𝕀𝕃𝔼ℝ! 𝙸𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚂𝚑𝚒𝚋𝚞𝚢𝚊, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚖 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚍, 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚘𝚓𝚘-𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗, 𝚢𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎. 𝙽𝚘𝚠, 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚖𝚢. 𝙸𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢, 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝. 𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛. 𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎.

Il y a bien longtemps, dans une galaxie lointaine, très lointaine... L'Empire n'est plus, et ce depuis plusieurs années déjà. La vie a repris son cours mais pour certains, rien n'a changé. Elle est toujours sur Ongarth, elle répare toujours des vaisseaux. Elle écoute encore les histoires de ses clients et ne rêve que de quitter cette planète montagneuse, partir à la découverte de la galaxie. Mais elle est esclave et spéciale. Le Mandalorien, accompagné d'un être précieux aux vestiges de l'Empire et aux croyances Jedi, va vite se rendre compte de la particularité de cette mécanicienne aux yeux mauves. Des capacités en mécaniques impressionnantes et des aptitudes aux combats remarquables pour son âge, Eowyn ne tardera pas à prendre son envol vers un rêve qu'elle pensait impossible à atteindre. #1 themandalorian : 05/12/21 #1 babyyoda : 05/12/21 #1 grogu : 12/12/22 #1 dindjarin : 12/12/22 #1 starwars : 09/11/23

━━━━ 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐄 © fanart réalisé par lucy rakavka sur artstation ❝ et dans les larmes de ceux qui vivent je lave le sang des martyrs. Hurlant sur le dos d'une monture épuisée, elle avait trompé des titans, la tête haute. Plus tard, c'est tout naturellement qu'elle avait affirmé l'avoir fait pour protéger les siens. Et ce fut à ce moment précis que Livai Ackerman, dix ans après la promesse formulée à un ami, comprit qu'il avait retrouvé l'objet de celle-ci. ❝ Je t'autorise à devenir un soldat, pas un martyr.

CURRENTLY UNDERGOING MAJOR EDITING REVISED CHAPTERS: 2 "human relationships." he explained, a small chuckle leaving his throat, "i don't care about people's hearts. i don't want to know how people work or how they think. they're all selfish anyways." you didn't interrupt him, despite how you wanted to disagree. people weren't selfish, at least not everyone. and like chishiya had told you before, wasn't being selfish sometimes a good thing? shouldn't you be allowed to want certain things for yourself? once more your thoughts paused and the feather light touch of a hand against yours could be felt, not quite finding purchase but enough for you to feel that he was there. or maybe it was meant to reassure himself. his throat moved, perhaps his attempt to clear the tightness and arrange the words evidently playing on the tip of his tongue. "but then i met you. and it was weird. i had never been so interested in a human being before. and through time i found that..." he paused, glancing up for a brief moment before holding your fingers more securely, "you're the only heart i want to learn more about."

➷｡˚ ೃ࿔₊• 𝘴. 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘺𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘤 "𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝, 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧. 𝐈𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐞𝐝" what happens when you find yourself trapped in a cruel word? a world full of despair, where you aren't able to do anything to help yourself. not to mention, other people. in that world, full of despair, you found warmth. a warmth you never knew you needed from someone. that place wasn't made for love, but you tried to make it possible. you weren't just playing the game master's games. you were also playing chishiya's and they were even more deadly. ╚══ஓ๑ 1/12/21 ๑ஓ══╝ #1 cards - 12.01.22 #2 hearts - 03.02.22

ᴄᴀʟʟɪᴏᴘᴇ, ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ᴀᴄʀᴏꜱꜱ ʀᴇᴀʟᴍꜱ ᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ Qᴜᴇᴇɴ ᴏꜰ ᴄʜᴀᴏꜱ, ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴍᴇʀᴇʟʏ ᴀ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ᴘʜᴇɴᴏᴍᴇɴᴀʟ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴀ ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴇᴍʙᴏᴅɪᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴅɪꜱᴏʀᴅᴇʀ ɪᴛꜱᴇʟꜰ. ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜰᴏʀɢᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢ, ꜱʜᴀᴘᴇᴅ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴀᴡ ᴇɴᴛʀᴏᴘʏ ᴏꜰ ᴇxɪꜱᴛᴇɴᴄᴇ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏʀᴅꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴄʜᴀᴏꜱ - ᴀ ᴘᴀɴᴛʜᴇᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏꜱᴛɪᴄᴀʟ ᴇɴᴛɪᴛɪᴇꜱ ᴡʜᴏ ꜱᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛɪʟᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴄᴀʟᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴛʏ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴀ ᴡᴇᴀᴘᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀɴ ᴇɴᴠᴏʏ. ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴍᴏᴠᴇ ᴜɴꜱᴇᴇɴ, ɪɢɴɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴄᴏɴꜰʟɪᴄᴛ, ᴜɴᴅᴏɪɴɢ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʟᴀɴᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴇᴇᴅꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴜᴘʜᴇᴀᴠᴀʟ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜱʜᴇ ᴛʀᴇᴀᴅ. ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍɪʟʟɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ, ꜱʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ ʙʏ: ᴍᴇ {ꜱᴇᴛ ɪɴ ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀɴᴅᴍᴀɴ} {ʙᴏᴏᴋ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ 'ʟᴀᴅʏ ᴄʜᴀᴏꜱ' ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ}

(New chapters are being planned!) This is a fanfiction of the Netflix adaptation. I do NOT own anything EXCEPT my OC's and the different circumstances to this altered plot. A story about the King of Dreams and the (OC) Goddess Athiadi. Years before Morpheus' imprisonment, Roderick Burgess had contact with another creature, a Goddess. With a ritual, he forced the Goddess to grant a piece of her being into the womb of Roderick's wife where a baby rested. Roderick hoped that the child would grant him power and magic. When the baby was born, Roderick's wife died, perhaps as a way for the once captured Goddess to get her revenge. The baby, a healthy and abnormaly beautiful girl, grew up in Roderick's house, never being allowed to leave without his permission. She was in a way, imprisoned too. And when she failed to show any significant powers, Roderick lost all the pride he had in the child. To him, she was as worthless and useless as his young son Alex. This is the story about Athiadi and Morpheus. Creatures captured and held in the same house for nearly a century. Until they both break free. TW: This story might contain certain themes such as; mental health, violence, some graphic content (like blood, descriptions and other). I have not yet decided everything, so things might change in the future as the story continues.

Quinn Hayes is a twenty-three year old woman from Salem, Massachusetts. After the mysterious death of her mother, Quinn and her two sisters, Cassidy and Sophie get back in touch to try and help solve the death of their mother. Along the way, Quinn dreams herself into The Dreaming, where she accidentally meets The Lord of Dreams. Sandman season 1

A young woman who experiences the weirdest of dreams stumbles upon the Lord of Dream's in his darkest hours. She catches the Lords attention and he catches hers, will there relationship blossom or will it wither away like a lost dream.