goodbyes are not the end

yday emma & I went ice skating & it was….a disaster i was genuinely screaming the whole entire time but emma was so patient w me y am I so lucky wow then she cooked grilled cheese while I sat on her kitchen floor clutching a bag of chips n a box of cookies like a small child so yanno that’s our Future™ in a nutshell eh? then we watched a movie n held hands i lov holding her hand ok that’s the end of this Gay Shit™ post goodbye n goodNIGHT

This isn’t a post either of us wanted to make, but for the past couple weeks, things have been slowing drastically. Whether it’s the time of year, how many people are on breaks, or everyone’s hearts a little lost here now. We’ve managed four wonderful months and our time writing with each and every one of you, past and present, has been wonderful. You’re all great writers and we’d hate to see you go. But something’s got to give.

WCRHQ is going on a temporary pause.

The group may likely come back with a fresh look, plot and other changes, maybe. Who knows? But until then, this isn’t the end. Nor a goodbye. This is a see you later. If anyone was to want to help with adminning duties etc, when that day comes around, we’d love to know.

Feel free to carry on writing with others if you wish here on the dashboard, but we will not be keeping tabs on activity etc., but will be around for the rest of the night anyway.

We’ve certainly had some ups and downs but thank you for the four great we managed here. We can only hope you end up here with us again if that time comes.

- becs & athena.

What's the story morning Glory ?

Patty clap
Fresh rain glittering
Know your husband (me)
cried when the Degi-destined
Left their Digimon
Waving goodbye from the train
I felt another maybe German word
During the ending of the original
Power rangers movie
I remember those fireworks
Tommy, the guitar solo starting to play
I cried when Buffy died
I cried when she sacrificed herself
For her sister,
My little sisters used to
Run in my 7th grade math period
Hugging me at my desk
Island in the sun that time
Cheryl Crow type shit
I don’t play guitar
We can sing in unison though
Burnt down
Run away together


Mornings in St. Petersburg 
or alternatively titled: Viktor Nikiforov’s Instagram is A Katsuki Yuuri Appreciation Account


AIGHT so I’ve been trying to think of a cool way to get involved with the community hype of Mark reintroducing Dark. I like to contribute to these big events (I wrote a couple one-offs during Halloween when Anti’s big reveal was made), but I can’t draw worth shit and fanfiction doesn’t always get a whole lot of attention.

So I decided it’d be funny to do some text conversations between Dark and Anti! (Hopefully this hasn’t been done yet…..) I’m hoping to do a bunch of them continuing off each other if people seem to like them. We’ll see how it goes I guess. :)


“There is one thing.”
“One last threat.”

What if you only played through once? What if you stopped at the True Pacifist ending and never played again?

You wouldn’t have to kill your mom.
You wouldn’t have to fight against a true hero.
You wouldn’t have to kill your best friend.
You wouldn’t have to feel your sins crawling on your back.
You wouldn’t have to become a dirty brother killer.

You would never see them again.

This is the happiest ending, isn’t it?  For everyone. 

It’s time to say Goodbye for the first time -

and the last time.