Just take it.
Day 2 : Hugging
Kuro and Amaimon
After roughly a year in production, featuring a total of 124 contributors, 97 Artists, 25 Writers and 2 CosplayersâŠbringing us to a total of 365 pagesâŠwe are very ecstatic and proud to announce the official release of Ninja Never Quit: A Tenth Anniversary Ninjago Fanzine.
The Tenth Anniversary Zine is interactive. This means when you click on a piece it should take you to the creators social media page! Please show each of them love and support for all their hard work!Â
This was my (Mod Sâs) first time leading a community project and despite it being exhausting and causing me many nights of stressâŠin the end it was well worth it. Thank all of you for a wonderful (and chaotic) past year, thank you for all of your hard work as you all came together to produce all these fabulous pieces. You all did amazing. I cant wait to see some of you in the next one ;)Â
NowâŠwithout further adoâŠ
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~ NNQ Team
Crepus could feel the soft gentle traces a tiny hand rubbed over his hand, as Kaeyaâs tiny fingers explored his own. They swirled around the freckles and occasional scar, as though to study them and commit all to memory.
Every now and again, the boy would pause and the cloth of the pillow would rustle as he glanced up at the father whose arms were wrapped protectively wrapped around him. As though to make sure his careful movements werenât disturbing the other in a much more considerable fashion than his eldest probably would have executed.
Knowing diluc, he probably would have started an impromptu wrestling match, causing Crepus to wake up in a small choke hold first thing in the morning.
As it were, crepus kept his eyes closed and his breathing deep and even. Not quite ready to acknowledge he was actually asleep. Giving Kaeya the opportunity to relax and rest after a long night of nightmares.
Which were the reason the child had ended up by Crepusâ side in the middle of the night. It wasnât uncommon for Kaeya to end up in either his room or Dilucâs. However, last night had been the first time Kaeya had sought Crepus out for comfort rather than Crepus finding the boy hyperventilating in his own bed or Diluc dragging Kaeya into his room.
Kaeya sighed softly as he gently pressed his palm flat against Crepus. The tiny thing soft and cool. The boy relaxed further into his side. Burrowing there like a tiny kitten into its motherâs embrace.
Only to startle a second later when the sound of tiny bare feet slapping against the wood floor was the only warning either of them got before the other member of their little family launched himself onto the bed and Crepusâs side like a tiny cannon ball.
âGood morning!â Diluc slid over Crepusâ arm. Reaching down to pat his brotherâs head.
Crepus creaked an eye open. Watching his two boys.