Friendly Reminder To All The Writers On Here:

Hearts in her eyes post bite.

I wish I could see my writing this way.

"If a thing's worth doing, it's worth doing badly."

This has fundamentally changed how I view my work, whether that's writing, or cleaning or just taking care of myself. Thank you Granny Weatherwax

“do you really wanna be on that medication for the rest of your life :(?” yes actually I would love that. I know what I’m like off it

Rosa, VTMB.

Every time I sleep the future plays out before me. I know the ending... it will end over and over until I cease to dream.

hi gorgeous, i've been reading your fics and they're so cozy! i just wanted to let you know you're amazing at what you do 💜

I really needed to hear this today, Anon. Thank you, I’m so happy to share my fics with my readers, and to know you enjoy them is the cherry on top. 💜💜💜

—and it’s my whole heart, weighed and measured inside,

And it’s an old scar, trying to bleach it out,

And it’s my whole heart,

Deemed and delivered a crime—

Moodboards.

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Billy Russo;

Series;

Monsters in the Dark Masterlist

Drabbles;

The Wolf.

Diet Mountain Dew.

Jasmine.

Remember Me

A Drabble set in the Monsters in the Dark universe.

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x

“Billy?” You murmured one night, curled up against him, warm and drowsy, watching him in the dim lightning of the room through sleepy eyes.

“Hmm?” He hummed, letting you know he was listening, as he turned the page in his book. He liked to read before bed.

The night before he’d read a bit of The Song of Achilles to you.

“Will you remember me, like Achilles promised to remember Patroclus?” It was a foolish thing to ask of him, but you were so in love and enamored with him.

He sat his book down on his chest, watching you, the light casting harsh shadows across his face, and he was silent for a long moment before speaking; “Will you remember me?” He asked, reaching over and touching your face.

It was these sweet moments at night you desperately cherished.

“Forever.” You said, earnestly.

Billy’s fingers touched your lip, “I’ll remember you.”

His heart ached at the thought of you dying. As though a part of him had died, too.

He would protect you, he swore, if only for his own selfish desires.

What, are you a genius or something?