Hi! This Is Regarding Your Post Asking Which Of Your Fics Is My Favorite. It Was A Recent One... Butterfly(?).

how come you don’t write as much anymore?

because you have to practically beg and plead people to interact with your work and it’s extremely demotivating and makes you question your ability and self worth and I straight up just stopped tolerating it lmao

My lovely friend Katherine,

For the soft ask game…

1. What song makes you feel better?

19. Most important thing in your life?

29. Morning, afternoon, or night?

Please and thank you,

💐

Thank you for the ask, Ericca! 💜😄

1. What song makes you feel better?

Anything by Fleetwood Mac, but Rhiannon specifically.

19. Most important thing in your life?

My mom. We’ve been through so much together. I love her.

29. Morning, afternoon, or night?

Night, definitely. My mood is always better at night. It’s peaceful and quiet. No distractions. Just me, and my thoughts. :)

Love you, Ericca!! 💜❤️💕

So… the hubby did a thing 🥰🥰🥰

Hee 💕 @munsonownsmyass @k-marzolf @kayhi808 @imagine-a-fictional-boyfriend @iamgettingalife @e-dubbc11 @dreamlandcreations

Hope this wasn’t creepy! I just loved how everyone’s piccrew icons turned out ☺️

PS Only a mockup. Vertigo logo used for illustration purposes only 😅

{Soft}

Part of the Monsters in the Dark universe.

Soft!Billy, mean!Billy, kissing, dacryphilia, roommate au, fem!reader.

216 words.

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@idaofinfinity @e-dubbc11

“Oh, baby.”

You were sniffling, trying to hide it from your roommate, as you closed your book. But he’d noticed, as you hid your face in his chest.

“Let me see those pretty tears,” he hummed, pulling you from your hiding place. He cupped your face as the tears fell. Your book had ended sadly, and the two characters who you thought were going to end up together, didn’t. You explained it to him.

He licked the saltiness off your cheek, marveling at you. He loved how soft you were, how little things like a romance novel could reduce you to tears. It reminded him there was good in this world. He kissed your mouth, feeling himself grow excited at your crying.

He pulled you into his lap, brushing hair from your face. His thumb teased your bottom lip, and you sighed. “They didn’t get together, now what?” He teased you.

“Billy is making fun.” You pouted, making him grin.

“Poor baby, am I being mean?” He said, laughing.

“Yes,” you told him petulantly. He laughed again, pinching your cheeks.

“Can’t help it, you’re cute when you cry.” He smiled. “And you’re all mine, aren’t you?”

“All yours,” you said, snuggling into his chest.

He felt warmth bloom in his chest at your admission. All his.

Vasilisa Donbay ph.

Bullseye.

A Monsters in the Dark Drabble.

Warnings; alcohol consumption, jealousy, possessive behavior, kissing, fluff, fem!reader.

@idaofinfinity @e-dubbc11 @rosaleenablack @firexfate

Monsters in the Dark Masterlist

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Billy hadn’t expected you to take him so seriously.

He’d leaned down during a night at the bar and he said in your ear; “If you can hit the bullseye, you can sleep in my bed. Whenever you want.”

Your eyes had immediately lit up. “How many tries do I get?” You asked.

“As long as you hit the bullseye before we leave.” He said, amused at how determined you looked.

You’d been practicing all night. He watched you aim, as he sipped his beer. He was confident you wouldn’t be able to do it.

“C’mon, pretty girl. Shoot.” Billy said after a few minutes. You did after a few nervous glances at him, you shot for it, missing by quite a bit.

He laughed at your little whine, “Try again, baby.” He said, unaware of a group of girls watching him. But you were aware.

You missed again, too busy worrying they were going to approach him, and take him from you. You knew he wasn’t yours, but you wanted him to be.

Billy set his beer down, standing behind you with his hands on your hips, “Focus,” he hummed.

“Those girls like you,” you mumbled back.

“I’m with you right now,” he said, “Now, try again.” He said adjusting your posture.

You liked the feel of his hands on you, burning you with their heat through your dress. You knew Billy wasn’t exactly a good person, but like a moth to a flame, you were drawn to him.

You took a deep breath, focusing on how you’d get to be in his bed every night if you wanted. You threw the dart, and were shocked when you hit the bullseye.

You squealed, spinning around and wrapping your arms around Billy’s waist. “Did ya mean it? Can I sleep in your bed?” You asked, your doe eyes looking at him softly.

“Yeah, sweet pea. You can sleep with me.” He hummed brushing your forehead with his lips, not sure how to feel about it. Billy was hard pressed to let anyone in, especially women. He’d been hurt, and used, and thrown away.

But hunger for you gnawed at him, until he was sure it would consume him, and he’d taint you.

His fingers dug into your hips, noticing a man watching you.

Fuck off, thought Billy, pulling you closer, glaring over your head at him.

“If Billy doesn’t want me to, I can sleep in my room, I don’t wanna overstay my welcome, and-“ Your rambling drew Billy’s eyes back to you, and he cut you off with a kiss, biting your lip and making you whimper.

“Shut up, sweet pea. I don’t mind sharin’ my bed with you.” He murmured. And maybe that’s what scared him. That he liked sharing it with you.

Impatiently waited every night for you to climb in, the anxiety of what it meant if you didn’t.

Fuck.

But hadn’t he been the one who’d silently decided you were his? He had, and it was that moment standing with you in the bar, he realized he was more yours than you were his.

“She reaches for him with a tendril of shadow…. He holds his hand out in welcome.”

How wonderful it must be to find that other half, that equal who welcomes you home no matter that pain that exists between you.

I absolutely loved this. It was beautifully crafted, Robin. 💜

Dawn Greeting Dusk Falling

A reimagining of the events after ‘Siege and Storm’ and a coping mechanism for the SaB S2 ending we would rather not have…

She had kept a little of his shadow, he enough of her light. This is what made it possible, this meeting at the roiling edge of the Fold where Alina knew she would one day find herself.

Fifty years did he say? She knew it had been more, and still it surprised her as the seasons dragged on that love had endured — the love of so many, and the love of one above all. Even if she had to watch each one shrouded and laid in the ground. Each and every one.

What she means to do here now is neither a reckoning, nor a reconciliation. The moment is simply right. She looks into the shadows, and lifts her hand. The globe of light is muted, as though in a fog; but she knows he will not fail to see it.

“Alina.”

There is no rage in the way he says her name, not even a question. They are past that, she supposes.

One who was too young, and one who lived too long; they were here now, nearly unchanged but for her white hair worn unbound. He did not expect her to come sooner, he knew time well enough. He might have thought he knew her as well.

She did not destroy the Fold.

Thought dead after the collapse of the Chapel, legend had it that her spirit guided skiffs as they made each journey. For not a soul has been lost to the Fold since.

That was how she knew that he wasn’t lost. And the knowledge, when she realized it, caused her that day to weep with joy.

The two of them lived because they could not let the other die; when his humanity was burning away, she held on blindly to what remained and he … she could not name what he did, but in the end she knew he had kept her from falling into darkness.

He had kept — some essence, some hope? Light either way.

And a resolve not to lose her to the void.

What was left of him that day was drawn to the Fold, the only place where he could still exist.

A shadow among shadows.

“You might have left me with a fresh set of clothes. An eternity disheveled is its own unique torture.”

She startles with laughter, the unexpected joy at the even more unexpected attempt at humor freeing the tension in her shoulders. She lets herself smile at him, and his smile is genuine as he smiles back.

“Are you angry?” she asks.

“What is anger for?” is his reply.

Flame sputtering to life in sunlight has more purpose.

A silence heavy as the weight of loss they now share settles between them.

“I could not bear it if you turned from me now.”

He spoke the truth. It was the same truth she would always understand, no matter the centuries left to them, no matter their choices that will always hang in the balance.

She reaches for him with a tendril of shadow.

He holds out his hand in welcome.

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A/N: For my AU sister @becauseicantthinkwritings who has been putting up with my not-fun era for longer than she should 😅

{Sunshine}

Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone.

A Drabble set in the Monsters in the Dark universe.

Kissing, soft dark!Billy, soft dark!fluff, possessive behavior, mentions reader having braids, fem!reader.

143 words.

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@idaofinfinity @e-dubbc11

Billy tugged on your braids, handing you your iced coffee at the bookstore. “Say thank you, sweet pea. Gimme a kiss.” He husked.

You chewed your lip, before reaching up on your tippy toes, and kissing him softly, wrapping your arms around his neck. He tasted bitter like the black coffee he drank.

“Good girl.” He purred against your mouth.

Oh, you wanted to be his good girl.

“C’mon, baby. I’ll buy you a true crime novel.” He said, slipping his hand into yours, pulling you along, not missing how your eyes lit up.

“Can I have two?” You asked sweetly.

Billy clicked his tongue; “Greedy girl. But you’re cute baby, so I’ll get you two.” He teased you.

You reached up, and kissed his cheek.

He chuckled.

This was why you were his, even if you didn’t know it yet. But you would.

List five things that make you happy, then put this in the ask box of the last ten people who reblogged something from you. Spread the positivity!🍄🌵

Thanks for the ask, Kim! 💜

Books. I’ve always loved to escape into a good story.

My pets.

My mom. We’ve been through so much together.

My reader’s/mutuals here on Tumblr.

My best friend. 19 years I’ve known her! 💜