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Crawling Back to You | @fiinalgiirl

"I have to go take care of some business. I'll be back by dinner. I-" he hesitated for a moment, "I'll see you later." 

He should have told her that he loved her. He should have crawled back into bed and wrapped his arms back around her. Instead, he pressed a kiss to her forehead and slipped away before she could fully wake. What if she'd asked him to stay? It wasn't worth the risk.

Five years later. 

He's clawed his way out of Hell. To her. For her. Part of Val hopes that he won't find Rosie. Maybe she's moved on. Maybe she's even forgotten all about the man who vanished from her life without a goddamn trace. That would be for the best, wouldn't it? Still, the bigger part of him, the selfish part, wants her to have left the porch light on for him. 

The door opens and his heart shatters once more. He smiles. 

"So, I'm a little late for dinner."

[angelemusicorum]

@fiinalgiirl continued from here

"That depends on who you ask," San replies thoughtfully, at last slowing his pace when he finds that he may have been walking a little too speedily. "I myself have such a direct connection with humankind that I'd much prefer being in a crowd here than sequestering myself at home. My twin on the other hand..." He gives a soft un-angelic snort and shakes his head. "I think he would prefer to remain in his reading room and only ever talk to me."

"I don't consider it hiding, Rosie. I don't often deny what I am if someone comes to that conclusion, but that's so very rare an occurrence. Most simply consider me a mysterious and aloof patron of the arts."

[ofmusicandprayers]

@fiinalgiirl said: we are hearing noise from all sides at this point. it’s very blair witch.  ( buzzfeed unsolved starters )

"We'll be alright," he reassures her, though his demeanor is not as easy-going as usual. The noises surrounding them are rather unsettling... and seem to be getting closer by the minute. "They're probably just curious. It can't be often that they get to observe two wanderers in the woods in the middle of the night. Whatever they are."

[allbravado-archive]

fiinalgiirl replied to your post: after i clean my lizerts perhaps i...

show lizerts???

this is the best I could do none of my sons want to be around me tonight 😔

[withinycu-arch]

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look i’m not saying a tag for dad.dywise exists but i am and if you also hate yourself you should look at it

God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him. How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers? What was holiest and mightiest of all that the world has yet owned has bled to death under our knives: who will wipe this blood off us? What water is there for us to clean ourselves? What festivals of atonement, what sacred games shall we have to invent? Is not the greatness of this deed too great for us? Must we ourselves not become gods simply to appear worthy of it?

[urbanxfantasy-arch]

If you had to narrow it down to 2 things that you MUST keep in mind while working with your OC, what would those things be?

I don’t know why I suddenly have the motivation to answer things that have been sitting for over a year but that’s where we’re at this month apparently.1. To stop swearing. This is a me problem where it’s very clear that I went with a first draft. Mun swears a lot. Scousers using fuck as punctuation is no myth, so that’s what sounds like natural speech to me for any particularly passionate conversation. Antonia literally talks like she’s pg-13. She gets one F-Bomb for exceptional circumstances, not because she’s bothered by cursing herself, but because it’s one of the ways she manages other’s perceptions of her. 

2. That she only knows what she knows. Antonia is not a mouthpiece for my worldbuilding. No matter how many notes I have on a particular topic, I can’t let myself write her as if she’s seen my notebooks. Which means letting her be wrong a lot.

[dxsole]

Don’t Touch

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“No, no, don’t-- Don’t touch that, you’re doing it wrong.” The elder snapped, moving as quickly as he could to reach the grabby hands of the other. “These books are very fragile and very old and need to be treated with care.” He explains, gently taking hold of said book.

“Imagine you’re holding a baby, yes? That level of gentleness...times ten.”

[thoughtsmash]

@fiinalgiirl

“Hh-- !!” He jolts upward, leftover adrenaline switching from anger to fear. Naked, afraid, and in a pile of rubble. What else is new? “Are-- are you okay?!”