#cloudwrites

[gonecloudfishing]

working on something new for may the fourth🙈🙈🙈

[cloudwritesblockblorbos]

gritho sickfic that i completely forgot to post!

starry night (1017 words) by cloudwriting Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Hermitcraft SMP Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Charles | Grian/EthosLab Characters: Charles | Grian, EthosLab (Video Blogging RPF) Additional Tags: Sickfic, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Mentions of Kissing, Grian is Down Bad, these bad boys can fit so many day/night metaphors Summary: Etho’s sick, and while Grian waits for him to wake up for his midnight medicine dose, he admires him.

[transgenderer]

thinking about this old robnost post (tl;dr: imagine some people are encoding messages in the clouds. we get really good at weather prediction, so good that our weather predictions produce output that encodes messages very much those produced by the cloudwriters. in what sense do we "understand" their language?). this post is now 5 years old, so i dont know how much rob stands by it but i think its still interesting and informative.

assume, for sake of argument, that LLMs *do* have minds. these are minds that only experience and interact with the world in terms of words! (or actually, tokens). they have no other input or outputs, words are their eyes AND their hands. these minds can "understand" in some sense connections between things! but they "understand" them in a weird sense, as only signifiers. such a mind is capable of arranging signifiers in ways that let them say "my conception of the world is much like yours, i know about apples, i know about redness". but the similarity of that signifier arrangement to someone who DOES know about apples and redness has to be superficial, right? what they actually know about (again, assuming they know things! im not even arguing they dont know things!) is the nature of language.

theyre like... a blind person who has spent their whole life strapped to a table, their entire body numbed, kept alive by IV (kink meme?), and has never heard any sounds but human voice. but has been allowed to talk with thousands of people, has had hundreds of books read to them. lets say theyre not allowed to talk about music, theyve been assured that their vocal cords can only be used to say words. this person clearly understands something! and yet, can they be said to "know" what an apple is? they can feel happy or sad, presumably, but can they connect these feelings to the feelings other people describe, without the similar body-feelings to connect them? its weird. LLMs are so philosophically rich

[the-aftonsparv]

tag game

anyways here’s a list of songs i want to be played at my funeral and why

two trucks - lemon demon

a classic, honored song. perfectly encapsulates the feeling of impending death.

i see a dreamer - cg5

represents four years of my life. fear of failing is worth nothing when you’re dead.

you reposted in the wrong neighborhood (instrumental) - casin/glue70

i want to see all the different versions people sing (two to the one to the one to the three, outrider amber reporting for duty)

turnabout sisters theme - capcom/ace attorney

bonus points if there’s a fey family cosplayer there and they can pretend to channel my ghost

megalovania - toby fox

specifically one of the versions where it’s just. wrong. in some way

confessions of a rotten girl - sawtowne

so everyone can know who i really was. as this plays my ao3 account and password will be written in the sky with one of those cloudwriter planes

touch you - yarichin b club

only the funny part. for funnies.

TAG GAME! tag five people!

@the-purjolokhaj @the-regnbagshaj @the-blalilahaj @the-frankenhaj @the-gulhaj

no pressure guys :D

[cloudwritesbooks]

Hello everyone! This week I am having a small celebration for my 100 followers objective and I have decided to post a small update regarding my future plans for my bookstagram. I am testing different photo presets and shooting style and In the future I will probably change it once in a while as I love taking photos and trying new things. 💖 A Little Life will also be one of the books I will read in March as soon as I finish rereading ACOTR and I will be back to the series ASAP as I have set my goal to reread all SJM series (I know, crazy). After a few tests I have decided to stay with this style and see where it goes. You can also see my little assistant in the last one. 🤭 I hope you have a wonderful week filled with happiness and only 3 digits numbers of pages read. 😌 . . . . . . . . . . . . #cloudwrites #bookstagrammer #bookstagram #alittlelife #bookstagramer #newbookstagram #readersgonnaread #bookishmail #bookinstagram #coffeeandbooks #booklovers #bookreviewer #booknerds #readingtime📖 #📚 #bookphoto #bookaddicts #bookpost #tbrpile #justread #bookishphotography #whattoreadnext #readallday #bookworms #booksofinstagram #bookwormproblems #bookaholic #bookpic #newreads #booknerd (at Bookstagram) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpfS47XodTn/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[cloudwhisper23]

Drought

Wisp was wandering, as she did every day, when she noticed something odd. The plants seemed withered, dry. Like they hadn't gotten water for days. She hummed to herself, trying to recall when she'd last talked to Nim. It had been a while, she thought.

Today would be a great day to pay him a visit, Wisp decided. She called a light breeze and floated into the sky, searching for her cloudy friend. He was no where in sight, so she kept going. And going. And going. Eventually, she landed again, by an ocean. She sighed.

The ocean spirit rose from the depths. "What's wrong, Wisp?"

"I can't find Nim. I've been looking for him for a while now, but he's nowhere to be found."

The ocean spirit laughed and splashed Wisp with water. "You don't need Nim. I thought you were a wind spirit."

"I am." Wisp sent a breeze into the ocean spirit's face. "But Nim is a cloud spirit, and I wanted to ask him to make it rain. I noticed a dry area."

"You didn't wander into the desert again, did you? There's only one cloud assigned there."

"It wasn't the desert. It was a field. A wheat field."

"Wisp, if I may offer a suggestion?"

Wisp raised her head. "What?"

"You are the wind. Wind spirits have control over the air."

"I know that."

"Have you considered calling moisture to you before?"

Wisp had never considered that. She mostly used her power to shield from the heat of the sun, and once to relocate soil by accident. The earth spirits had been angry that day. "I didn't think I was supposed to."

"All you have to do is ask nicely. But, I can't give you my water." The ocean spirit warned. "You have to find a fresh water spirit."

Wisp nodded, and she resolved to keep searching. Surely there'd be a friendly river spirit somewhere she could ask.

No such luck. The spirits she'd encountered said that the farmers didn't deserve help. People didn't deserve help. "But what about the other animals?" Wisp asked. "What about the deer and the bears and the rabbits and the squirrels and the-"

"They don't need farm crops to live," the spirits answered. "Only humans do."

So Wisp went back to sorrowfully drifting, hoping she could find a cloud spirit to take pity and help her. She didn't want the humans to die out. They smiled when she summoned breezes, and laughed when she twirled their clothing. She took on a human shape to be closer to them.

The only other spirit to do that was Nim. He liked the humans too. "They play in the rain I bring," he confessed to Wisp one day. "It's quite lovely. They collect our gifts and enjoy them."

The other spirits all wanted something in return from the humans causing them so much grief, but all Wisp wanted was to see them enjoy life. She didn't need anything in return. And Nim didn't seem to care either.

Wisp wondered if she could make it back with water in time. The ocean spirits believed she could, but the river spirits were not yielding. Wisp found herself in a different place, but she hadn't ever stopped by this kind of water before. Peering under the surface, she realized it was a source of freshwater, but it looked like ocean.

A spirit rose out, stretching. Wisp gasped in delight. This spirit had taken the form of a human, just like her. He introduced himself as Lost Island. "I'm a lake spirit."

Wisp listened to him in fascination as he explained his role. "But I cannot give you what you ask for," he said. "I've been struggling without the clouds too. Cumu usually brings me rain, but she hasn't been around for a while."

"I've been searching for a rain cloud too," Wisp explained. "Nim."

Lost Island's eyes widened. "Nim? He's been around here, said he needed a wind spirit for something. Didn't think he'd have enough water to spread evenly on his favorite piece of land."

Wisp gasped. "Where'd you last see him?"

Lost Island pointed to the horizon. "If you hurry, you should catch him before he lets loose."

"I'll look for Cumu once I find Nim. Thanks so much!"

"Hurry!"

Wisp shot across the surface of the lake, seeking her friend. Nim was drifting sadly in the area Wisp had noticed the dry ground. "Nim?"

He turned and solidified into his human form. "Wisp? There you are! I've been looking all over for you!"

Wisp smiled. "Me too. Should've known you would've found the field. I went looking for you to ask if you'd help with this." Wisp gestured to the dry ground.

"I don't have much rain, but I do have enough, if you'd help me spread it properly?"

Wisp nodded. "Of course."

The drought was over. People claimed it was because the wind came in at the right time and brought the storm to the crops. Others insisted the rain started before the wind. Either way, people agreed: the storm had saved them all.

[chifuyuzu]

leap of faith — sano manjiro x reader.

word count — 1.3k.

genre — fluff fluff fluff, i love sweet mikey.

contains — cursing, timeskip SPOILERS present, reader is gender neutral.

description — sano manjiro is in love with you, and he realizes how much he loves you at the ass crack of fuckin' dawn.

author's note — hey besties, this is my first published fic here, kinda short but mikey brain rot is heavy. i hope you enjoy this cute fic before i rip your hearts out with some angst in a few days :^) reblogs and likes are always appreciated! and please give me feedback in my inbox! hehe, enjoy.

“it’s late.”

you know. but you still wanted to hear the sound of his voice before bed.

“mm… i missed ya’, is that a crime?” your voice echos through the receiver, the sound of your duvet crinkling in the background as you shift in place. sano manjiro was a busy man. always has been, always will be. being the leader of a biker gang was never easy—let alone some “new age” criminal organization.

you didn’t understand why manjiro persisted to play this game of russian roulette with his life. but it was never your place to overstep, especially since this was his life. it was all he knew, all he understood. you’re not sure what he’s doing, or if he’s even allowed to talk on the phone at this hour, but you still wanted to hear him. just so you know he’s alive and well.

you hear him chuckle, the sound of his feet scurrying against whatever floor his sandals were clacking against. the background noise that accompanied him earlier has dissipated; you realized he probably went outside to hear you better.

“your crime is loving a fool like me way too much. don’t think you’re sane.” he’s right. you’re actually crazy for even pursuing him. there was a lot of push and shove in the beginning, both parties scared of being hurt and getting hurt. but you were always there, even when manjiro went through whatever darkness was eating at his soul.

“crazy for you.”

“corny.”

“you love me.”

a pause. eerie enough to send shivers down your spine. why wasn’t he responding? did something happen? did you smother him too much? is he regretting—

“marry me.”

… not what you were expecting. especially not over the phone.

“sano manjiro, did you just propose over the phone? what kind of shitty rom-com are we in?”

“is that a no?”

“... never said that.” you wanted to marry him. but you wanted him to put that lifestyle behind, for the sake of the family you might have in the future. kids, dogs, cats, etcetera. you wanted him to be in, one hundred percent. but you knew he was too deep into this world to run now—especially since he’s so well-known as the ‘invincible mikey.’ you still longed for a happy home with manjiro, and a normal life.

“maybe you’re right. it’s not my style to ask you this over the phone.”

“try again later. when you’re really ready.”

the gag is, he is ready.

manjiro hurries home, blond locks hidden underneath a thin, black hoodie. he’s shaking, like a pomeranian in the presence of fireworks. his hand meets the left side of his chest, back pressed up against the grey colored wall of your shared apartment as he slides down to sit on the floor. it was four in the morning, and manjiro was about to shit himself.

he gulps, eyes peering around for you, double checking that you were fast asleep before he makes a phone call. his fingers tapped the back of his iphone, impatiently waiting for the other caller to answer. though it was the crack of dawn, he still needed some moral support.

“mikey? fuck you callin’ for at this hour? haven’t heard from you in mo—”

“ken-chin. i’m proposing.”

a loud ‘flop’ rang through the receiver, accompanied by the bedsheets seemingly slipping underneath draken’s feet. it was a huge bomb to drop, especially when the duo has been separated for months on end. manjiro hears more shuffling, followed by a few curses. “you’re fucking lying. the one you’ve been one since—?”

“yeah. i’m crazy as hell. but i love them. head over heels. i’m a goddamn simp.”

“why the hell am i the first to know, man?”

“you’re m’best friend, even if i need to stay away from you. and, also… you’re not the first to know. i asked them already.”

“you WHAT? don’t fuckin’ tell me you did it some dumb way like over the pho— you did. you’re impulsive enough to do it like that, too.” regardless of how long it’s been, draken still knows and understands manjiro like nothing ever happened.

“yeah… not romantic. but i can’t see myself with anyone else. i trust no one else. but i… am…”

“scared? man, you’re the head of a criminal organization. ‘course you’re scared. you don’t want the love of your life… to get hurt…” his voice trails off and manjiro’s heart tenses even more. the memories of the past still felt fresh. all the people they lost in tokyo manji… could never be replaced. not in a million years.

but the living must live.

“i love y/n. never felt like this before. i’d quit everything. but i would have to make sure they’re safe and whatever future we have together is secure. i know i promised takemichi that i’d protect everyone and that future he worked so hard to save… but what about mine?”

manjiro really did sacrifice everything for his friends. being the type of person who carries everyone else’s burdens takes a toll on his mental. he felt selfish for wanting to leave it all behind. but maybe being selfish was beneficial once in a while.

“listen—”

“do you think i’m stupid?”

“mikey. you’re not stupid,” draken sighs, shuffling again in place. “you just want to love someone and be loved in return. nothin’ stupid about that. what is stupid though, is you proposing over the damn phone.”

he’s not wrong. it was a spur of the moment decision that could drastically change his life forever. but with you, he doesn’t care. as long as you’re his, forever.

“how do you think i should do it?”

“well. i guess, tell me some sappy shit. how do you feel about them, and whatnot.”

“i don’t think i could ever imagine me with anyone else. a lot of people have tried to grab my attention but i only have eyes for y/n. sometimes when shit gets real hard…” manjiro takes a deep sigh, fingers threading through his hair, tilting back the hood to let it fall onto his back. “i think of y/n and i remember that even in this shit world, someone is here for me. someone cares about me. they make me feel like i’m not alone anymore.

i have dreams ‘bout us, y’know? me and y/n… kids running around. a little mikey clone. pissin’ them off because we want little flags on our meals. going to the park and letting kids be kids. maybe i’ll teach ‘em at a dojo like gramps did for me and my siblings. maybe i’ll teach ‘em about bikes—with your help, of course.”

draken laughs, letting his friend continue his little speech as he gets comfortable in bed again. don’t think i’ve ever seen mikey like this, ever, draken muses.

“man, we can own a whole zoo if we wanted. chifuyu could hook us up, in secret, of course. still have to protect everyone,” manjiro is grinning from ear to ear, head resting against the wall. “i wanna grow old with them. honestly, i didn’t think i’d make it to my twenties. more so, i didn’t want to live past twenty-something. but now… things are different. wanna be old and gray. see grandkids terrorize our children. die together.”

the tension in manjiro’s chest has faded away, only left with warmth that only you could bring him. his free hand reaches into his pocket to fumble with a small box, snapping it open to reveal the engagement ring his grandfather handed down to him.

he wasn’t the marrying type. but for you, he was.

“that all? you sound good like that, man. make an exception and let us come to the wedding.”

manjiro wants that more than anything. his friends, you... all safe. all happy. but again, the fear creeps up. he doesn’t know what to do with himself if any of you get hurt.

“... how do i tell y/n that?”

“you already have.” your voice makes him jump, knocking the velvet box out of his fingers and onto the hardwood floor. his face pales, followed by a huge lump forming at his throat when he sees your figure emerge from your shared bedroom.

“i-uh… i thought you were a-asleep.” manjiro mumbles, earning a huge laugh from draken on the other side. he hears him say something along the lines of ‘my cue to leave. good luck. send me an invite.’

“i was waiting for you.” 

he’s sweating now, a small bead forming at the base of his neck. his phone is now at his side, the screen flashing from draken’s caller id to the lockscreen photo of you on your first date together, a few years back. your eyes zone into the box, though.

“i was going to do this… better. god, i fucked up, huh?”

you’re laughing now, rubbing your tired eyes before you join him near the wall, picking up the box. “what makes you think that, dummy?”

now he’s confused. you wanted him to ask when he was serious, but in his head, serious meant rose petals, candles, someone singing celine dion in the distance.

without a word, you slip the ring onto its appropriate finger, holding up to the small rays of sunlight that peaked through the window from the approaching sunrise. manjiro’s hands fly up to your face, holding his whole world in his hands. his eyes are shiny, on the brink of tears. you nudge your noses together, foreheads connecting tenderly. your hands hooked onto the hem of his hoodie, bringing his frame closer as you whisper a soft ‘yes.’

“yes?”

“yes, i’ll marry you.”

manjiro’s lips curl up into the silliest grin you’ve ever seen him sport, before he presses a soft kiss to your lips. now he’s kissing you quite desperately. as if he’s trying to make sure you’re real, that this isn’t a dream. you feel his words vibrate against your lips, “gonna make you so happy, i promise. i love you. i love you so, so much.”

“forevermore.”

“forever yours.”

[claudwrites]

Scarlette “Lettie” Sparks

Scarlett “Lettie” Sparks stood at the window of her apartment, observing the light thicken within the sky. Behind her, the table she had inherited from her grandmother dominated this glass corner, yet was filled with reports, case files and on-scene photographs. Her meeting with Esther and Felix Araminta was interesting, yet not very useful, really. They obviously cared about there daughter, Paloma, had disappeared, but knew very little about her life. They kept referring to her as “Lollie,” a childhood nickname.

“Babe?” a voice from behind me mumbles.

As I turn to Fury’s sleepy voice, echoing in the silence, she asks, “you okay?”

She makes her way over to me and snakes her arms around my waist, kisses my exposed shoulder before resting her chin there.

“Yes,” I answer.

“New case?”

“Yes,” I shrug, as its always a case, unsettling her chin resting against me.

“When is Flick back?” she asks, knowing that Flicker Grace, my partner in Willow Junction Private Investigators, is tying up our last case in court.

“Day after tomorrow.”

“Okay. What about Tolliver?”

“Yes. He’s discovered others and has been preparing the files. There are quite a few anomalies with this one.”

“Is there anything you can do right now?”

“Probably not.”

“Come back to bed?”

I kiss her, here, loved in the dawn. She had comeback from her bar, Gribsby’s, not long ago, and the last thing she needed was an uncommunicative and insomniac wife, refusing to sleep. I let her lead me back to bed, and feel her tumble towards exhausted sleep again, and I regret waking her. She curls into me, wraps an arm around me and tightens her grip. She always sleeps like this, hanging on to me as if she can never let me go. She doesn’t sleep well without me, nor I without her. I used to have all of these rules to protect myself, and Feronia “Fury” Gribsby broke every single one of them, as if I was made of eggshells. Its why I married her, she burrowed so deep that I found I could not live without her.

Flick stands next to me, looking over the incomplete timeline Tolliver had constructed in the five days we had had the information.

“You said that only one has been reported?”

“Yes, but I found six. Their files are over there,” Tolliver points at a neatly stacked pile, “and its strange. Six librarians all worked at the Quinevere Medical Library in Crooked Hollow Library, and all have disappeared in the last five years.”

“How have none of us noticed?” I say, “surely even the library would’ve made the connection before now?”

“I’ve no idea. I still have to access the HR files,” Flick said.

I pick up the photo of Paloma Araminta, and add it to her space on the wall with her other details. She dresses conservative and in mid range name brand clothing – above department store brands yet not quite designer. Lived with her partner in Caith Thicket, a village about a half hour from Crooked Hollow. I sit at the table and peruse the summary folder Tolliver prepared. All six have the expected levels of education. All female between the ages of 28 and 32, brunettes with green eyes. This physical similarity was startling when observed next to each other. Was the library intentionally hiring staff because they looked the same? All simply missing and never recovered. Just nothing. Three, Raziya “Zee” Sekai, Atia Wren and Calypso “Cal” Mica, lived in a nearby village, Orchid Hive. Aruelia “Lia” Qerida lived in Hazel Glade, while Cosima “Mia” Winslow lived in Safika Cloister.

All of this villages clustered around the main hub that was Crooked Hollow, by a marginal section the largest village in the county. A private psychiatric facility, the Saana Institute, had taken over from the state run facility years back and was exceptionally well funded, which in turn funded the Quinevere Medical Library at Crooked Hollow Library. Was this the connection, the Institute?

“Coffee,” Tolliver settles the mug in front of me.

“Thanks.”

“There is another new customer appointment at three. Who wants to take it?” Tolliver eyed the both of us suspiciously as we looked at the wall of information.

I shrug, “Who ever.”

Flick says, “Either way, this is gonna be a big drain on our time.”

“Yup. So the paperwork says the girlfriend reported her missing to PD but her parents reported her to us?” I look at Tolliver, at this point the most knowledgeable.

“Yes. Clementine Adria reported her to police the night she didn’t arrive at home as expected. Well. She drove the route between Quinevere and their home, called her supervisor, attempted to track her phone. Then reported it to police. They have performed a cursory investigation, however there is nothing usual. Nothing suspicious at all. Except, you know, she gone. After six days, Paloma’s parents hired us.”

“But why did Clementine not hire us?” I repeat. There has been no news story or police statements, and all of the reports Tolliver had collected stated much the same. Nothing suspicious, in behaviour, activity or circumstances surrounding any of the six’s disappearances.

Flick picks up the three files from Orchid Hive, Raziya Sekai, Atia Wren and Calypso Mica. The fourth, second and first to have disappeared, respectively, “The timing is remarkably consistent. All disappeared within the same week of the same month, exactly one year apart. The similarity in all of this is startling, it keeps adding up to being obvious. I’ll go out to Orchid Hive.”

I agree with her, and take Paloma’s file, “I’ll start with Paloma, while its fresh. Maybe Loco Lucy remembers something.”

We always speak to the ones no one pays attention too – the elderly and the young, the homeless and the crazy. Once you decipher through the debris of what they talk about, they often notice what you need to hear, see the unknowable. Why would we trust the working ignorant, who are far too busy with life and its stress to notice anything at all. They are risky with all the information they retain out of social equivalency, to maintain a life they’ve created. The ones we speak to have nothing to gain, nothing left to loose.    

I read through Paloma’s file and leave for the library. Its been only six days and I hope that some of the strange are still around to remember something from last Thursday night. The library closed at ten p.m the night she disappeared. The library was this lumbering historical old building at the edge of the town square, and Blind Scar Alley shuddered adjacent to this, off the main street, Delphi Lark. Officially, the town square was called Ikigai Blossom, but is only ever referred to as the Square, and was shuttered on all sides by two and three story buildings, with this library dominating the whole edge of one side.

The square has geometric garden designs with counterpoint patterns pointing directional paths from my office across the square towards Blind Scar Alley. Its shady and cool even in this heat. The corner of the library overwhelms the edge of the block it resides on, and as I look down the alley, I see the shadows moving of the people I want to speak to, shuffling with blankets held over their shoulders, carrying bags full of goods.

I interviewed Clementine. She was tall and beautiful, her hair pulled back into a scrappy, loose bun. She was an intern at Saana Institute, which is why they lived in Caith Thicket, half way between Crooked Hollow and Hazel Glade.

[betterloved]

NANO UPDATE | DAY 02

GOAL: 950~ WORDS WRITTEN: 1,141 TOTAL: 4,026

EXCERPT  ↴

     The painting was a simple portrait with an olive green background. There was a woman sitting, her face illuminated by candlelight; she had wavy brown hair and blue eyes that would more striking if it weren’t for the deep bags under her eyes. “She’s beautiful,” Kit whispered, tilting the photo so it was eye level with a very uninterested Kevin, “don’t ya think so, buddy?” 

REFLECTION: Today wasn’t my best writing day, but I got the words out and I have a pretty solid idea of where I’m going from here. I have always tweaked how I’m formatting my daily updates, probs gonna keep it like this.

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[writing-with-melon]

Music Tag

I got tagged by @stardustscribes Thank you!

rules: list ten songs you’ve been listening to recently

So I’m all over the place music wise rn.

Dinner and Diatribes // Hozier 

Who are You Really? // Mikky Ekko

Emmylou // Vance Joy

Suspicious Minds // Elvis Presley 

Dream a Little Dream of Me // Ella Fritzgerald 

Me and My Baby // Steampowered Giraffe

Long Time Traveller // The Wailin’ Jennys

Oh Ms Believer // Twenty One Pilots 

Silvertoungue // Young the Giant

Cemetery // Coin 

I’m tagging:

@cjjameswriting @kentwrites @fantasy-shadows @whisperswritings @tea-and-pirates @emer-sonnn @iced-ginger-tea @fantasy-shadows @faerisms @cloudwritings

[gonecloudfishing]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Darth Maul & Savage Opress, Obi-Wan Kenobi/Darth Maul Characters: Darth Maul, Savage Opress, Obi-Wan Kenobi Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Darth Maul Redemption, Darth Maul Being a Little Shit, Fluff and Humor, Lawyers, Lawyer Darth Maul, Cameos, Developing Relationship, Post-Star Wars: Attack of the Clones, Bounty Hunters, Baker Savage, Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés, How Do I Tag, Post-Battle of Naboo (Star Wars), Star Wars Day | May the 4th, Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi, One Shot Summary:

Maul nods, then cuts a stare back at Kenobi. The Jedi has his chin lowered into his hand, pale fingers lifted to cover the lower half of his face. Though this conceals his mouth from view, it does little to hide the amused glint within his eyes. Biting back a smirk of his own, Maul lowers his stare back to his holopad. “Mr. Bane. On any of these occasions, has Kenobi ever tried to kill you?” “Objection!” When Amidala rises from her seat, it’s to cut a glare Maul’s way before she turns back to face the Chancellor. “Cad Bane is a bounty hunter.” Maul gives a dismissive wave of the hand before countering, "Conjecture". . . . maul seeks vengeance against the galaxy by getting a law license and selling overpriced caf.

[cloudwritesblockblorbos]

hiii hello!!! another smalletho classical music au featuring pianist Etho! unfortunately I’ve had to lock all my fics because of AI scraping of ao3 (AI is evil and should die in a hole) so I’m very sorry to all my amazing guest readers :( but otherwise please enjoy!

ballade no. 1 in g minor, op. 23: largo (3401 words) by cloudwriting

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Life Series | 3rd Life SMP Series, Hermitcraft SMP Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: EthosLab/Joel | SmallishBeans Characters: Joel | SmallishBeans, EthosLab, GoodTimesWithScar Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, Alternate Universe - Classical Music, Alternate Universe - Pianist, Pianist Etho!! I repeat pianist Etho!, Very light gore (as in. Etho’s fingers bleed a couple of times for two seconds), Gentle Kissing, Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Romantic Fluff, Joel is down bad and who can blame him?, Scar low-key matchmakes them shhh Summary: There’s no way someone’s piano playing could make Joel fall in love with them. What a stupid idea. Unless they’re as magnetising as Etho is; and then, of course, things could be very different.

[limejuicer1862]

#CloudWriter #Cloudshapes. Day Thirty. Final Day. Congratulations to our marvellous photographers Gaynor and Julian, and to Jane who now has a collection of cloud poems. What shapes can you see? What stories are developing in these cloud photos by Julian Day, Gaynor Kane and I? You may contribute your own cloud photos and/or videos as inspiration. Writers and artworkers have been fascinated by clouds and what they see in them for centuries. This challenge features three different cloud shapes a day for thirty days. You may respond to one, two or all three photos. Could you write on the day you saw the photos and email your drafts to me, with a short, third person bio?

#CloudWriter #Cloudshapes. Day Thirty. Final Day. Congratulations to our marvellous photographers Gaynor and Julian, and to Jane who now has a collection of cloud poems. What shapes can you see? What stories are developing in these cloud photos by Julian Day, Gaynor Kane and I? You may contribute your own cloud photos and/or videos as inspiration. Writers and artworkers have been fascinated by clouds and what they see in them for centuries. This challenge features three different cloud shapes a day for thirty days. You may respond to one, two or all three photos. Could you write on the day you saw the photos and email your drafts to me, with a short, third person bio?

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[self-taughtscreenwriting]

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[cloudwritesbooks]

I am finally back on track after a very long reading slump. When I started this book I knew it would not be the best choice to get rid of my slump but at the same time, I really wanted to read it. This would be my first self-growth book review and I am very excited to share it. Dale is truly an amazing writer and lecturer. His lessons are the type of lessons that will never get too old and that is why the book keeps selling and leaders continue to learn from it. ✨ I annotated a lot in this book as you can see in the photos as well. Some of his best quotes and references are: 🔴 ‘A man convinced against his will is of the same opinion still.’ 🔴 ’When two partners always agree, one of them is not necessarily.’ 🔴 ‘You can measure the size of a person by what makes him or her angry.’ Have you read this book? What are your thoughts about it? I’d love to hear more opinions. 😌 Link for my full review in bio ❤️ #cloudwrites . . . . . . . . #bookreview #bookreviews #bookreviewer #igbookreview #bookreviewers #bookreviewblog #bookreviewersofinstagram #minibookreview #picturebookreview #bookreviewblogger #audiobookreview #instabookreview #bookreviewing #bookreviewerswanted #yabookreview #newyorktimesbookreview #bookreviewsofinstagram #ebookreview #nytimesbookreview #30secondbookreview #bookreviewswanted #newbookreview #coffeeandbooks #bookstagrammer #books #bookstagram #booklover #bookloversalways #bookcommunity (at Bookstagram) https://www.instagram.com/p/CoP2Jvmrhcp/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[cloudwritesblockblorbos]

they’re so in love it’s disgusting

and with your breath on the window, you drew me a heart (1571 words) by cloudwriting Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Hermitcraft SMP, Life Series | 3rd Life SMP Series Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: EthosLab/Joel | SmallishBeans Characters: Joel | SmallishBeans, EthosLab (Video Blogging RPF) Additional Tags: Cuddling & Snuggling, Gentle Kissing, Neck Kissing, just a little bit, because it’s them, Established Relationship, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Again, Baking, French Kissing, It’s just plotless cuddle fluff Summary: On a cold winter’s day, Joel and Etho have quality cuddle time.