A collection for the future Wuthering Waves Fanfiction I will make KYAAAAAAAA \\>_<//.

I will main Yuanwu <3

> Will accept any ideas regarding Wuthering Waves and I will consider it!

> This fanfiction's limit is the entire Wuthering Waves World. I really like how their world building is open for a rich and lively world (Though it is apocalyptic)

> Unlike my Bubble Box, this collection will only contain Wuthering Waves content and my craziness for this game.

Exactly what the title says.

This will be all of my poetry, from contests, other sites, and just whatever, all in one easy, accessible spot!

Enjoy <3

一些體會，一些故事，

一些感觸，一些意識。

用一枝筆，一本冊子，

歡迎來到我的世界。

Random philosphical things I'll post here in Icelandic. Have fun, non-Icelandic people! Mwahahahahahaha!

An ancient Sauk chief seeks retribution for the land theft, genocide, and the banishment of his people over 200 years before.

Love.

"Sure, AI can'create'beautiful 'art', but can AI replicate my staggering lack of professionalism?" ~Unknown

This story is entirely seen through the eyes of Jimmy McVonson. His thoughts come out in a stream of phrases and feelings. And nothing is objective. It's in chronological order, but doesn't start at the beginning. How could it? There is no beginning. The boy passes through his feelings, forgetting and remembering, hating and hurting. He is not perfect, but he is real. Except he's not real, because I made him up.

It's like if a book and a song had a baby, and then they got divorced, and the book got full custody.

the Was. is not for kids, but I don't think you have to be 18 to read it. Maybe more like 16.

Potential Triggers (which will also be shown at the start of every chapter ("division") for that specific chapter):suicide, body shaming, transphobia, consensual sex.

All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidence.

A collection of Short Stories and Poems written for various projects. They vary in length and style.Please do not use without my permission!

A hobby is manifested by its works; therefore, these are the fruits of my leisurely labor. The cover is not mine; I found it on Pinterest. The artist is ungfio: https://www.instagram.com/ungfio/?hl=en

Avaz is a poetry book dedicated to love, i.e. disappointment with the fragments that love can leave us as a legacy, but it is also directed towards warm emotions towards dear people without whom one cannot live.. Thus, the author, guided by the youthful poetic arm of the male-female poetic dialogue, balances the conflict between these two opposing camps.. Her poetry is sometimes inspired by the philosophical questions of the existence of Pandora's boxes in each of us, and sometimes they are just short notes, lines, dashes caught in the passage of time around space.

poetic thoughts

Panu Jezusowi •