Khaidrate - Khai-Dye

I cant believe it’s over 😭😭😭 the greatest fic on Ao3

IT IS DONE

Years and years I've funneled into this fic and finally (FINALLY) it's over. Thank you to all my dear and darling friends and readers who have supported this chaotic endeavor, especially those who left very insightful comments on my poll last week. It was the motivation I needed to see this thing through. Really, I don't have the proper words to express my gratitude :')

So without further ado, the grand finale:

Chapter 78: Penance — The Pain We Live For

Was it worth it? Will it ever be?

Nim followed after Elianna, and the earth pushed hard against her feet, each step, urging her onward. Move faster. Get out, get out, get out. This world knew all she had taken from it, and linger as long as she liked, it still wanted her gone. It knew of her sickness and alien ways, and like everyone else she loved, dead or living, it too would forsake her. Stubborn and spiteful, Nim dug her heel into the dirt. She wished to shed a piece of herself here, anchor the woman she’d once been upon Nirn, and even if what mangled remnant sprouted into nothing but a cypress knee, wouldn’t it be better than being ousted completely? Surely no woman, mortal or daedra, could be built to withstand such desertion, and how strange that even as a god, her body still recalled the shapes of the wounds this world had carved into her as she’d tried to flee it. How sad to confess that the backhand of its wrath didn’t hurt half as much as its absence.

I’m gonna fuck that space cowboy in starfield I just know it

Orin baldursgate is conceptually the funniest character of all time on account of simultaneously being a changeling whose whole thing is SHE COULD BE ANYONE AT ANY TIME who also she cannot refrain for more than 45 seconds from monologuing about getting into someone’s thoracic cavity with her teeth and lovingly tearing all the heart-muscle to pearly pink ribbons

Whether or not you support the determined king, the scheming leader, or the revolutionary empress. There is one thing we can all agree on:

SILVER SNOW IS THE WORST ENDING.

In this essay I will prove...

Fully in my bemulleted white guy era

It seems Dick Grayson hasn't fully moved on from Jason's death, even if he has been brought back from the grave.

“We all have our breaking points, Dick." Tim said cryptically, like he knew what Dick had done. "The only question is, can you come back from it?”

There was so much pity in Tim's eyes that Dick couldn't stand it. That pity should belong to someone else, anyone else. Just not him.

(Short, 5-15 minute read, depending on how fast you read.)

Nothing but asexual discontent.

Nerevar and Dagoth