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to dream of starry skies, chapter two

chapter two of my gale/tav fic, to dream of starry skies, is here <3

link to chapter two: focu ‘ranni

snippet:

“Why did you ask this of me?” she tries. It comes out softer than she meant it.

“I didn’t. I don’t even know your name,” Gale mutters, avoiding eye contact. “Tara asked it of me. Thinks I should…discuss things with someone who would understand.”

“It’s Daphne.” She tells him her name without thinking, and the instant widening of his eyes makes her regret it. Even the Mystrans in the Temple of Return received an alias for the first year of her apprenticeship. That same something she noticed previously surrounding Gale of Waterdeep winds itself around her once again, urging her to trust, to know.

“Daphne.” It is spoken with an odd hesitance, sounding almost marveling in his tone.

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to dream of starry skies, chapter one

chapter one of my gale/tav fic, to dream of starry skies, is here <3

snippet:

Daphne Sylverstar has interacted with more humanoid species than most. She has traversed through the depths of the Underdark and clung to Shadowheart as they explored the depraved corners of the surface world. She has seen everything from alluring aasimar to delectable dragonborn. To say that she has witnessed her fair share of beautiful people would be a cruel understatement.

It is natural to believe her, then, when she thinks that this is the most beautiful person she has ever seen.

There is no one thing that makes this man beautiful. It is the culmination of all his parts, all the little pieces that seem to radiate magic the moment he steps inside the shop. The way half of his dark hair is pulled up and out of his face, the way the other half hangs in loose, thick waves speckled with grey, the way his purple woolen tunic fits against his shoulders, the way his silver earring — Lady Mystra’s symbol, she realizes with a sharp inhale — glints in the natural light. And the way his brown eyes meet her pale ones and do not leave them, do not sweep around the shop and forget her face. No, they stay right where they are, fixed on hers, long lashes softly fluttering.

chapter one: to breathe

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i wrote and morning comes (not knowing if it will come again) at the start of last year, and even now i still get comments on it from people who found a little bit of themselves in that story, and felt a little bit more seen as a result

tomorrow is the five-year anniversary of the real-life event that inspired that fic. i wrote it to try to rewrite my own story; to make it something easier to digest. i don’t think anything did get easier, but i did feel seen for the very first time by everyone who interacted with the fic, and i think that’s just as good.

to the thousands of people that read it, and the hundreds that left comments and kudos: thank you.

you are loved. you are seen. you are needed here. morning will come again, and it will embrace you. maybe life will always have difficulties, and maybe things won’t always turn out right, but at least you are living. at least you are giving yourself the chance to try to have a better tomorrow.

you deserve a better tomorrow.

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crawling out of my cave with more WIP snippets instead of actually writing any of the fics i have planned

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idk when (if) this fic will ever see the light of day but i am finally kinda back to writing and branching out to writing about my favourite little tv show 🤭

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heyhey just wanted to let you know that the ao3 link in your pinned post doesn't work <3

ahhhh tysm for letting me know!! it should be fixed now <3

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I never feel more 'are ya winnin', son???' than when I need to do literally anything on instagram other than post photos, so if you'd like to see my sad attempt at a probably already played-out meme, the reel version of this is over there. XD But I liked the snoot view of Krypto, so here we go!

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thinking about all the people i used to be close to on here that i have drifted from. there’s so many people i’d love to reach out to but i’m worried that it would be awkward :(

if you see this, and we have ever spoken in any capacity, i miss you

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spotify wrapped is actually a competition between current me and past me for most minutes listened, and any time i have fewer minutes listened than the previous year, i lose a piece of my soul

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a moment of (weakness) comfort

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opening line tag game

tysm for the tag @angel-daydreams <3 here’s the opening line from a wip called the spine won’t remember its wings

At the end of the world lies an alleyway. And in that alleyway stands a boy—a ghost, an echo of all that stood here before him—caught in the aftermath of his own short existence.

np tags!!! @theicarusconstellation @velanavis @regscupid @mothbart @theapocryphaofantares @rweoutofthewoods

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i have zero time to write and also have a chest infection so i (once again) present to you the opening of my andreil fic that’s rotting in my drafts

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de-aged fics are great and i love them, but rotating in my head once again is damian wayne accidentally getting turned into a kitten instead of a baby

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a lesson in laying your armour down

19,235 words | T | batfamily & superbat

They knew from the beginning that there was no coming back from this. Darkseid had already taken everything from them, and if they wanted to rebuild—if they wanted to buy themselves some more time with the people they love before it was all lost again—this was their only choice. With his children dead at his feet, and with everyone he had ever tried to protect long gone, Bruce was ready to dig his own grave. The mission was over. He had failed. Even those left standing—Clark, Diana, J’onn, Barry—were hanging on by a thread. There were a few others too, but Bruce couldn’t pull himself out of his grief long enough to register who was still standing. Even as the final plan, their last chance, was being discussed, Bruce felt a million miles away. Absolution finds him where he least deserves it.

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thank you my beloved @velanavis for reminding me this WIP exists

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