couldn't resist with the title

where the sun and stars meet


Pairing: Rafael Casal x Reader (oh my word, she’s done it, she’s written a non-Lin fic, holy moly, we never thought this day would come)

Summary: He knew you well enough to know when you were forgetting to breathe.

Note: i fell straight into rafa hell and apparently this is how i decided to handle it lmao. @fragmentofmymind and @alexanderhamllton had to deal with my yelling about this so go give them extra love THEY DESERVE ALL OF IT I LOVE THEM A LOT. 

okay omg i love you guys and i hope you enjoy the garbage, feel free to come yell at me about it <3

Word Count: approx. 4500? (guys it’s a ONE-SHOT ARE YOU PROUD)

Being a twenty-eight year old woman living in Los Angeles could be tough.

In six years of residence in the city of stars, you had realized that sometimes the lights weren’t so much sparkling as they were blinding. Blinding of the goals you’d set out to achieve, the paths to get there, the hope and promise of a state drowning in sunshine and smog. Although you had never expected it to be, the journey wasn’t easy.

Sure, you’d had plenty of dancing gigs during your time there so far, but your heart was in choreography and you were determined to keep working until you made that goal happen. You knew that you were talented, that when you were in your flow you could tell stories and string together phrases and characters with even the most subtle pieces of movement. Every once in awhile, though, you lost your flow.

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Adoring Fan (Miraak/Ianthe)

Ianthe carried the books just on her hip, a quill tucked behind her ears. This whole area was steeped in history and she could barely move around without bumping into something to do with Shalidor or the cult.

She was walking about of Bromjunaar after sketching what she could see with this strange cult mask. She had tried to move around with the mask on but it only seemed to activate in that small area. There seemed to be many pedestals, obviously for some of the higher ranking priests. She wondered if she would ever get a mask like that. Were they commissioned by the priests themselves? Either way, she would need one that fully accommodated her tusks. This wooden one was somewhat uncomfortable but she just needed to get more information. Without actually going into a crypt and chatting to the draugr, it was rather difficult to get any sort of information.

She heard a noise. It was…familiar. A dragon? She looked up, using her free hand to guard against the sunlight. 

Peter’s eyes widened, “Gideon AND Fabian, Remus?“
Sirius made a sound like he was being strangled with an electric eel, while James clutched at his chest. “You made out with the trouble twins and you didn’t TELL us?”
“SHOCKED.” Sirius sputtered, as James wheezed. “MORTIFIED.”
“Mildly jealous,” Peter added, which made both boys abandon their dramatics for a moment to nod and mumble their agreement. “They were really good looking.”
—  The AU Without Title (For Now)
Something There | 1980 | Rovan


Over the past few months, Aurora found herself growing closer to Evan Rosier - in an entirely platonic way of course. They had always gotten along well despite the mistakes of her thirteen year old self. Somehow they had managed to move past that awkward moment and become good friends. He had promised to accompany to her to an art exhibit in London that evening so in turn she had promised to buy him lunch. It was only a matter of waiting for her shift to end and meeting him at their agreed choice of lunch venue. It was a short walk from Diagon Alley so it didn’t take too long to get there.

Typically she arrived around fifteen minutes before she was supposed to and found a table for the two of them by the window. She was asked six times whether or not she wanted to order before Evan showed up. “About time.”

Mind Games | Magnus & Khai

{ @magnus-blackhart }

Magnus had broken off their little habit of sleeping together in recent weeks due to his relationship with Reyna, but Khai still very much enjoyed his company. Not to mention, it wasn’t like ogling him for his beauty had become any less fun just because they weren’t having sex anymore. She’d invited him to dinner in her chambers that evening, the gesture coming from a sincere place for once in her life. Khailee wasn’t intending on meddling in his and Reyna’s relationship when she made the offer, and she still wasn’t when she went to open the door for him, but little did she know, that would soon come to change… “Magnus. Come in, please.”

The Assassination of Pink Diamond by the Coward Rose Quartz

This was written some months ago, for a fic exchange that I’m not really sure is still happening. It’s also been a pretty lousy few months for me, writing-wise, so I thought I’d stick this on here and let it breathe the free air a bit - and help me feel slightly accomplished, too. I’d also like to thank @projectormom and @joan–of–bark for giving this some very helpful readthroughs and putting up with my writing-related angst.

Summary: The Earth represents many things and many freedoms. Amongst them, perhaps, a place for a pearl and a quartz to be in love. Or: the start of the rebellion. Pearl/Rose. ~7200 words.

The Assassination of Pink Diamond by the Coward Rose Quartz

“Well, here we are.”

It wasn’t the most creative or original set of words to mark the end of a very, very long journey in a relatively crowded ship among Gems who couldn’t exactly be trusted, but it was the best Pearl managed. The simple phrase certainly couldn’t begin to convey her relief. All the pretending had really started to get to her, and the brief times of respite and being allowed to be herself when the two of them got to be alone in Rose’s cabin were far from enough to counteract the seemingly endless stretches of nothing, of standing around and standing on protocol and standing in wait and standing, standing, standing…

She was standing on the ship’s gangway now, on the threshold to a new world, the last of the crew to disembark. But, far more importantly, Rose was standing right there beside her.

“This… is it, I suppose,” Pearl went on, squinting at the very bright light of the local star that was allowed to pass through the atmosphere in some capacity, before turning her glance towards the overabundance of strange, variously-textured and mostly green substances around their landing site, presumably organic in nature. “Crystal System planet Earth. Doesn’t really look like much.”

“Pearl,” Rose laughed, in that open, loud, free way she allowed herself when they were alone, “we’ve hardly seen anything of it. Don’t be so quick to judge.”

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everything is blue.

the fading hue of the veins on your arms, standing out against the pallor of your skin, accompanied by the limpness of your hair.

everything is blue.

the day bursting out of its womb, through the dark night, making itself known. the light highlighting the stillness that consumed you, as i watch in despair.

everything is blue.

the natural tan of your skin is fading away; and blue takes over. sorrow makes home in my soul, and as does desperation.

i cannot simply watch as my world turns into blue,
taking away my home,
taking away half of my soul. 
i cannot lose you. 

everything is blue.

(and i stand at the crossroads, alone
lips still tingling with the weight of a kiss,
a deal, a promise, a death sentence,
a bid to chase away the blue.)

everything is blue,
till i see you.

the blue has faded away,
in my absence,
it has faded away,
giving rise,
giving life,
back to you.


band aids don’t fix bullet holes,
but demon deals sure do. 

sam & dean poetry challenge
prompt: blue
challenge partner: buttheyrebrothers

Experiment 626 ||Closed||


Mel sat in the cell that had been his home for the past three years.  He was becoming numb to everything and everyone that came into contact with him.  He should have expected the human race to turn against creatures unlike themselves, but what he never thought he would see was what the humans were doing.  Torturing the creatures they captured to find out their strengths.  Every evening when he was left in his cell again, his voice was hoarse from screaming and he was exhausted, passing out soon after each session.

start of something new || zara & andy

Quickly slipping her phone into her pocket, Zara pushed the door open into Andy’s flat, looking around for the boy. She easily spotted him, shutting the door behind her before making her way over. The stuffed Baymax was in her hand held behind her back although he already knew what it was, giving him a smile when he saw her. “Can I just, say something crazy?” She quoted, waiting for him to finish the line, knowing he’d know what she was referring to.



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