don't like how i edited this but oh well


January 11th
Happy Birthday Eisuke Ichinomiya!

All the Terrors of the Night

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In her dreams, he dies.

He fades away in her arms as Chronogirl touches him, crumbling into insubstantial mist moment by moment as she clutches at the threads of his existence, every moment they’d shared together, every glowing laugh he’d belted out, every warm touch and searing kiss he’d given her flaring into sudden light.  She clutches at the ashes of memory as they’re caught up in a sudden gale.

The dreams change.  Now it’s her sprinting after Chat as he walks blithely towards the Tyrannosaurus, reaching desperately for his tail, being just that fraction of a second too late, watching as the massive jaws close around him with the crunching of bone and the rending of flesh—

And now he’s the one being knocked from Rogercop’s car, falling terminally to the earth below—

And now she’s a fraction of a second too late with the truck, and Chat jerks once as the Inspector’s bullet hits him then lays still—


And now he’s walking away from her, black suit resplendent against a starless, moonless, black night sky, boots hissing through black sand as he walks towards black mountains in the distance, a tall, black-robed figure beside him—


She wakes, choking on a scream.  She feels arms, tight around her waist, and flails instinctively, nearly knocking her laptop to the floor; a familiar clawed hand shoots out and grabs it.  She grabs the hand, gripping it in desperate, seeking fingers, clutching at its shape in the predawn gloom.

“Hey, hey, Princess,” someone murmurs in her ear as the hand sets the computer more securely aside.  “It’s all right.  Breathe, Princess.”

Chat. It’s Chat, sitting behind her, cradling her gently, rubbing his thumb in soothing circles over the back of her hand. Chat, breathing, the rise and fall of his chest a tangible presence on her back, the warmth of his body a furnace against her clammy skin.

She whirls and pins him to her bed, kissing him desperately, clutching him to her, touching him, feeling the muscles shift beneath his suit, feeling the fever heat of him, feeling the life in him.  After a minute, her heart slows from its panicked tempo, and she lays her head down beside his, fighting to slow her breathing.

“Princess?” he murmurs with bruised lips, luminescent eyes searching her face.  “Are you all right?”

“Fine now,” she mumbles.

I’m just gonna force myself to throw this up here before I end up editing even more stuff on it ( ′︵‵ )

This should’ve been bundled with that other ask but I kept messing with it. Anyways, official m!a end.


A toast to Groffsauce and Lin (x)

not by me, i just saw this and kinda died of delight so i had to share

euphemiaspotters  asked:

So I'm thinking of starting a Snape network for people who like Snape and want to discuss with other people and of course discuss other things as well but don't know how to start one and don't honk anyone will join, so do you have any advice or anyone who can give advice?

That sounds like a nice idea! I would definitely join. I’m not really sure how you would go about creating this network. You could always use a specific tag or make a separate blog like @snapeloveposts . You could also start your own website. I would ask @deathdaydungeon , @snapedefender and @prosnapeblogging for more help. Does anyone have any other suggestions?

Edit: oh I forgot @severusdefender !

I wonder if some part of me knew what was waiting for me. That I would never be a gentle grower of things, or someone who burned like fire—but that I would be quiet and enduring and as faceted as the night. That I would have beauty, for those who knew where to look, and if people didn’t bother to look, but to only fear it … Then I didn’t particularly care for them, anyway. I wonder if, even in my despair and hopelessness, I was never truly alone.


nct 127; edits: 1/??

These were fun to make– even though I’m supposed to be completing my WC portfolio– Oh well, at least I did something productive– Sort of… ( /// ; __ ;)

  well, you know the drill: no reposting/claiming as yours/etc. please and thank you! 


“I am not the ocean. I am a sunken ship that has drowned in everyone who touched me.”