When Martyn was fifteen, he saw his first crow. The two stared at each other for a second- the bird's beady black eyes versus Martyn's green ones- and then the crow tipped its head, spread its wings, and flew off. Not long after, Martyn's mother came down with a sudden illness and passed away. Ever since then, Martyn's been traveling the land. If a crow shows up in the place he's in, he leaves as quickly as possible. They mean misfortune, he's puzzled out, so he shouldn't stick around when they're near. He doesn't want to get caught in the crossfire, after all. He hasn't ever been all that good at doing what he should, though. --- 3rd Life AU set in medieval times. Inspired by The Garden by The Crane Wives. Warning: If you haven't yet watched 3rd Life and don't want to be spoiled, I'd advise holding off on reading this story.

Ren finds stowaway Martyn on his ship and spares him on account of the other's wit and sharp tongue. As time goes on, the two men grow more and more fond of each other. Upon meeting other travelers, they are surprised to find how protective Ren is of Martyn and how much Martyn seems to step right through the ruling pirate's walls. (cover art by none other than the incredible CherriFire)

Prince Ren never asked for a crown, nor the weight of titles. All he wanted was to play music-gentle, aching melodies strummed on delicate string instruments. He preferred lutes carved from silverwood and dark rose, guitars that hummed like whispers in the wind, and a weathered ocarina shaped like a teardrop, soft blue and always warm in his hands. The music was his comfort, his rebellion, and his quiet prayer. When the castle halls echoed with the fury of yet another war-when his family shouted about borders, bloodlines, and broken alliances-Ren would slip away. He would wander down secret paths only he remembered, through the whispering trees and into the Outcast: a forgotten grove hidden beneath a blanket of old magic and ivy. There, surrounded by peace and silence, he built a sanctuary. His instruments were stored in hollowed trunks, carefully wrapped in velvet and tucked away from the wrath of his father, who believed music was weakness and tried to destroy every string Ren cherished. Beyond the grove, just past the moss-covered stones, was his garden-his true kingdom. It bloomed wildly with flowers the color of fire and dusk: deep reds, scarlets, and wine-dark crimsons. Vines heavy with red fruit twisted through the branches, fragrant and sweet, tangled like forgotten lullabies. The air was thick with the scent of crushed petals and ripe berries, warm earth and song. And in the heart of it all, Ren would sit and play. Unbeknownst to him, the sorrow in his songs, the ache in every note, stirred something old and hidden beneath the soil. His music, filled with longing and beauty, began to call to magic itself-something ancient, something listening, something waiting to be found.

Martyn was born blind and has always relied heavily on his hearing to navigate and understand the world around him. He walks with a cane, and his eyes are always closed-he doesn't even know what color they are, nor has he ever thought to ask. For him, the world has always been cloaked in darkness. That began to change when he discovered a small spark of magic within himself. With time and practice, he learned to use it to "paint" mental images of people and places in his mind. Through subtle differences in tone, mood, and cadence, he could distinguish colors-hearing the warmth of a sunset in a laugh, or the chill of blue in a hushed whisper. Over the years, he also honed his ability to read body language-not through sight, but through sound. The shifting of feet, the rhythm of someone's breath, the way fabric brushed against itself as someone turned-all of it became a symphony of cues that told him what others could see with their eyes. Martyn often kept to himself, sitting quietly in the corner of a room with a Braille book in his hands, lost in the raised dots beneath his fingers. Most people didn't approach him. Whether it was discomfort or uncertainty, he had grown used to being left alone. But that all changed the day a new transfer student joined the theater program. Curious and unafraid, they noticed Martyn sitting by himself and, rather than shy away, felt drawn to him. For the first time in a long while, Martyn's quiet world began to shift-not just with sound and magic, but with the unexpected rhythm of connection.

this fic is a cute and soft treebark story meant purely for fun and entertainment. it's full of lighthearted moments, where treebark is a little quirky and endearing, showing their unique bond. there's no deep plot or serious conflict, just a playful, carefree vibe that highlights their sweet connection. the fic isn't meant to be taken seriously, just a feel-good, warm story where the focus is on cute interactions and fun moments. think of it as a cozy escape, bringing smiles without any heavy drama-just pure, soft treebark energy.

Basically, you are a moon of Jupiter. But you're different from the other moons. You were able to hold life. Even though you're outside the Goldilocks zone. For some reason, you have small furry animals living on your surface. However, nobody (but a select few) knows you exist due to Jupiter forgetting you're there. The other moons of Jupiter are extremely protective of you due to this, mainly Ganymede and Europa. (overprotective simps). So, what happens when Sun adds all planets and moons to a group chat. Ganymede had to add you into the group chat (Somehow, Earth was given a bunch of phones... yeah, don't ask me how...) Everyone finds out about you. (there will be some chapters where it's not in a gc)

This a story I am writing it will have slow updates like all my books This is a rewrite of under pressure season one episode two it starts near the end where the burns and bots stopped the volcano from exploding but never saw it going into the tunnels until it to late. Cody had gone to the bunker to repair the game before his family got back from the mission. The lava was getting closer to the bunker door that it was starting to melt. What will happen to Code and will the burns and rescue bot find out what happen and get back to the house before it is to late. To find out please read. Edit not sure how I'll go but I'm going to do some editing and see if I can continue this story. 09/01/2026

Despite Adrien's warnings, Lila defames Marinette again in front of her friends. Causing resentments of the companions towards the young girl, not knowing that with that they signed their sentences, after all, the duty of all sentimonster, is the protection of their user.

When Gem opened the portal to the End, it gave her power; A power that corrupted her and transformed her into a zombie. The first human is infected, and it causes the rest of the island to panic. Everyone else lives in constant fear of Martyn, a last life, since they believe last lives become murderous once they reach the final life. After Martyn gets threatened to take the blame for something he didn't do, he realises he needs to make some allies. It's harder than expected. Etho discovers that the island is in a zombie apocalypse, and the three roomies decide they have to warn the rest of the land. This is a story based on session 7 of the Minecraft SMP Secret Life. All players are the same as the SMP. There is a POV from every character in the SMP. This contains no swearing and no romantic plot. (also the cover is atrocious I apologise)

Midoriya has no quirk. His father decided to leave him in a random forest and Midoriya decided to live by himself. Nothing comes from trusting people, especially adults. What happens when the pro heroes come? I do not own Mha or any pictures shown. Cross-posted on AO3