Tutus.

“She reaches for him with a tendril of shadow…. He holds his hand out in welcome.”

How wonderful it must be to find that other half, that equal who welcomes you home no matter that pain that exists between you.

I absolutely loved this. It was beautifully crafted, Robin. 💜

Dawn Greeting Dusk Falling

A reimagining of the events after ‘Siege and Storm’ and a coping mechanism for the SaB S2 ending we would rather not have…

She had kept a little of his shadow, he enough of her light. This is what made it possible, this meeting at the roiling edge of the Fold where Alina knew she would one day find herself.

Fifty years did he say? She knew it had been more, and still it surprised her as the seasons dragged on that love had endured — the love of so many, and the love of one above all. Even if she had to watch each one shrouded and laid in the ground. Each and every one.

What she means to do here now is neither a reckoning, nor a reconciliation. The moment is simply right. She looks into the shadows, and lifts her hand. The globe of light is muted, as though in a fog; but she knows he will not fail to see it.

“Alina.”

There is no rage in the way he says her name, not even a question. They are past that, she supposes.

One who was too young, and one who lived too long; they were here now, nearly unchanged but for her white hair worn unbound. He did not expect her to come sooner, he knew time well enough. He might have thought he knew her as well.

She did not destroy the Fold.

Thought dead after the collapse of the Chapel, legend had it that her spirit guided skiffs as they made each journey. For not a soul has been lost to the Fold since.

That was how she knew that he wasn’t lost. And the knowledge, when she realized it, caused her that day to weep with joy.

The two of them lived because they could not let the other die; when his humanity was burning away, she held on blindly to what remained and he … she could not name what he did, but in the end she knew he had kept her from falling into darkness.

He had kept — some essence, some hope? Light either way.

And a resolve not to lose her to the void.

What was left of him that day was drawn to the Fold, the only place where he could still exist.

A shadow among shadows.

“You might have left me with a fresh set of clothes. An eternity disheveled is its own unique torture.”

She startles with laughter, the unexpected joy at the even more unexpected attempt at humor freeing the tension in her shoulders. She lets herself smile at him, and his smile is genuine as he smiles back.

“Are you angry?” she asks.

“What is anger for?” is his reply.

Flame sputtering to life in sunlight has more purpose.

A silence heavy as the weight of loss they now share settles between them.

“I could not bear it if you turned from me now.”

He spoke the truth. It was the same truth she would always understand, no matter the centuries left to them, no matter their choices that will always hang in the balance.

She reaches for him with a tendril of shadow.

He holds out his hand in welcome.

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A/N: For my AU sister @becauseicantthinkwritings who has been putting up with my not-fun era for longer than she should 😅

Friendly reminder to all the writers on here:

You don’t owe anyone good writing.

You don’t owe anyone a complete storyline written in order.

You can jump around. You can abandon projects. You can write really shitty stories! Writing is about telling stories and creating worlds. Not about what makes your followers happy.

I have to remind myself of this a lot, because in most of my stories I’ve gotten stuck and don’t know where to go. But you can jump around. You can skip parts. It doesn’t matter.

Write what makes you happy.

Croissant appreciation post. The beanie remains

The Dreadful Need in the Devotee

A Drabble set in the Monsters in the Dark universe.

Have a Drabble while I edit the next main part of the story. :D

@idaofinfinity @e-dubbc11 @rosaleenablack

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You had never felt more warm and safe, tucked into Billy’s side, and under his arm as you laid on your stomach on a chilly autumn afternoon, face buried in his pillows.

You were quiet and Billy watched you. “What’re you thinking about, baby?” He asked, tucking you closer.

You felt drowsy, but answered anyway; “Want you all to myself.” You mumbled sleepily, moving to bury your face in his neck. He smelled so good.

The wind blew around outside the penthouse windows, and the sounds of New York City were heard below.

It was a gray cloudy day, but no rain.

Billy chuckled darkly. “What’re you gonna do with me when you have me all to yourself, baby?” He asked, playing with your hair.

He didn’t expect your answer.

“Love you forever.” You said softly, feeling warm despite the chill.

He didn’t say it, but he wanted you all to himself too, the only woman who’d captured his attention for any length of time.

What had started as a desire fueled by your need for him, had become this burning in his chest for you that went beyond sexual desire.

He didn’t want to put a name to it yet.

“Sweet girl.” Billy lips brushed your forehead.

Poseidon: I gave Zeus a get well soon card

Hades: that’s surprisingly nice of you

Poseidon: he’s not sick I just think he should do better

do you know about “looking for polaris” ? Can’t find it and it seemed similar to yours

That’s because it was mine from an old profile that I deleted. That’s why you can’t find it. I decided to edit it and put it on here.

~Kat 💜

is your comfort character also a sad pretty boy with trauma and questionable morals or are you normal

—I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity. —Edgar Allan Poe.

walking up to random doors and tugging on them and saying "i can't. it's locked" out loud to no one to fulfill my dreams of being an adventure game protagonist